Gang Starr, Krumb Snatcha - Make 'Em Pay(1998)

[00:20.85] First and foremost, some rappers are sweet like fructose
[00:23.64] When I cock back these lyrics, y'all punks best be ghost
[00:26.30] I be the seven twenty-one, eighteen twenty-one
[00:29.06] The illest one, I'm almost doper than anyone
[00:32.61] Straight out the late nights of bed-stuy
[00:34.47] Steppin up, y'all put your weapons up, I make heads fly
[00:38.03] You're artificial like saccarhin
[00:39.88] You're crazy fake, it's more than skills you be lackin in
[00:43.41] Concepts you bite, cause your identity ain't tight
[00:46.14] Tryin to be somethin you're not, like pullin a knife at a gunfight
[00:48.82] I'm troopin on night air like flight number 106
[00:52.41] And gettin all up in your fuckin mix
[00:54.36] You get me upset, and I got you uptight
[00:57.06] Cause my committee's in your city tonight, aight?
[00:58.85] We got seventeen million of us plus, two million indians
[01:02.41] That makes 19 mil, lightin shit up like wild bill
[01:05.17] I be the, supreme father plus the I'll kid with drama
[01:07.83] My karma, creates the teflon to pierce your body armor
[01:11.49] And make sure you check the shit before you walk to me, or talk to me
[01:14.13] Steppin to me improperly, you just may catch the weaponry
[01:16.82] My specialty is tearin tracks out the frame
[01:19.57] You know my fuckin name, I rule all game
[01:22.29] I'm universal on all planes, what's your claim?
[01:38.40] Yo, I be your highness, in slickness, you chumps bear witness
[01:41.11] Tremendous tropper, verbal nigga witht he fitness
[01:43.82] Drop you for your spot with the blazer then I blast ya
[01:46.62] Slice precise like? fenny hanas? when I come to bring the dramas
[01:50.20] Styles so swift, that you can't peep the god
[01:52.09] As your lyrics get buried, six feet deep in my backyard
[01:54.76] I laugh hard, while your mental I run through mazes
[01:58.36] Dark stages of terror to shatter your dressing room mirror
[02:01.04] Your whole error gets crushed, your whole show gets bumrushed
[02:03.71] Too many dumb punks, want to enter this rap scene
[02:06.47] Kickin willie bobo, but need to be slapped clean
[02:09.11] Into oblivion, the true champion always rises
[02:11.82] I bring surprises to the chief plus their advisers
[02:14.54] Size me up, and you will find nothing's larger
[02:17.24] Catch more wreck on your dome, than a deranged fuckin barber
[02:19.92] So what you made some dough, you best keep on scramblin
[02:22.65] All your vanity, is instantly crushed, when I start handlin
[02:25.38] Demandin that you pay, for your weak rhyme display
[02:28.93] Coast to coast, I break the fakes everyday
[02:44.36] I see myself as the black rap messiah
[02:48.05] Colossal spreadin my gospel through electrical wires
[02:49.89] Spit fire through speech, so I can reach each and every
[02:53.42] Tom dick and jerry slippin like petroleum jelly
[02:56.16] Too busy in the limelight, can't rhyme tight
[02:58.87] I got divine right to bring y'all to light
[03:01.55] Somethin ain't right, to be an mc, you gotta thug
[03:04.26] Or to thug you gotta be an mc, this shit is bugged
[03:06.90] Show love but few; deal with crew and crew only
[03:09.67] And think universal like sony
[03:11.43] Phony pounds and fake hugs is usually avoided
[03:15.00] Give a fuck like pizza hut I got to stay noyd-ed
[03:17.77] Cause that same nigga you trust, could be that same cat
[03:19.55] Behind that gat that bust, quiet ya, with the silencer
[03:23.12] Keep it hush, ashes to dust, then dust to ashes
[03:25.80] Nowadays it's who pull out the fastest, imagine this
[03:28.55] Rap shit without this gat shit, or the phony cat
[03:32.21] In black talkin bout how much his mac spit
[03:34.97] But this year, gangstarr got changes bein made
[03:36.71] No wack shit bein played no fake macks gettin paid
[03:40.36] No versace mc's, with a mouth full of mo'
[03:43.08] Soundin like a hoe spittin that old-fashioned show flow
[03:45.79] I bombshell that pastel chanel rap through a maxwell
[03:48.47] Ever since young krumb, was taught to rap well
[03:51.10] Goin deep, process of thought, when my eyes closes
[03:53.83] Awaken with interpretive robe and sandals like moses
[03:56.51] Travellin high sands and eastern lands for the answers
[03:59.21] Ignorance is spreadin through the streets like it was cancer
[04:01.98] Too many drinkin not thinkin, when behind that trigger
[04:04.60] A 38 escalate the murder rate, for us niggaz
[04:07.35] It's like, microphone roulette cause nowadays mc's is gettin wet
[04:10.95] Over someone else's fake gangsta rep
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