Story Behind the Song
I just wanted to make this joint raw as possible. This is real hardcore.
Lyrics
Verse 1:
Microphone feedback and static clouded the data
But believe me, off the chain was how it sounded no matter
I’ll pound you and splatter, the matter, all around you and after I’m done
Shit be so deceiving po’s believing I’m packin a gun
I’ll slap you for fun, if it hasn’t been done
I take aim, while fake lames are takin trash to the sun
Plus I need to get my money free of record companies
Where’s the foreplay? Not even a kiss before you fuckin me?
So, get outta town, just go back to Nellyville
Cuz we build, from the underground up to sell a mil
It’s a steep climb, a whole lotta work for me to free minds
I tweak lines and work a full time, no time to recline
So peep rhymes, that’s underground a thousand percent
I’ll buck you down for respect, don’t fuck around wit a vet
The WolF as loud they get, got teeth to leave’em chewed up
My new stuff’ll make you put ya dukes up, cuz you suck
Two nuts is what I sport instead of the chains
Ahead of the game, that’s poisonous like lead in ya veins
I’m medically sane, but lyrically I need a prozak
Cuz I’m a throw cats, into the wall for claimin they blow gats
Verse 2:
I’m takin no prisoners cuz I got no remorse
For pop in the stores, I’m busy getting hot for the war
Like cocking a four, cuz I don’t read the slop in The Source
I radiate a blast wave that makes you drop from the force
Live from the underground, where my mind is buggin out
Turn the page and feel a rage to fill skies with thunder clouds
Cuz mines is up and down, as the time is comin round
Nowadays anybody could pull nines and gun you down
These eyes are something wild, I’m the poet and the prophet
Who be throwin super rockets, that be blowin thru ya cockpit
Ain’t nobody who could stop it, an emcee pursuing knowledge
Empty heads already dead, planes flyin into the towers
Oh My God! I can’t believe the shit I’m seein
It’s a puzzle and some pieces manifested into demons
And the lesson is decievin through the stressin and the grieving
Best believe in life instead of sittin tryin ta guess the reason
An anti-thesis to the world and its deseases
Hold the sound down under the ground telekinesis
Fell to pieces, when I heard the truth, listen cuz my words are proof
WolF eventually, yo enemies will try to murder you
I feel my birth is too recent for the Earth to choose
Death! I just gotta learn to smile while I twirl the noose
Never learned to do what I’m told, fuck it though
All I gotta say is it’s a chicken if it’s cluckin yo
Verse 3:
Rappers nowadays present conflicting images
When they become a corporate puppet controlled by buisnesses
I done witnessed it, open the package and feel the visciousness
I done spent like eighteen dollars and I think this is shit
Clothes dough and hoes, all you seem to know is those
Topics so just stop it cuz I might resort to throwin blows
Local foes got more talent than you vocal pros
Pages out ya notebook is only good to blow yo nose
Like totem poles, I be standin tall demandin y'all
Shut the fuck up, I got nuts the size of cannon balls
Handle my buisness with a stunning persistence
I'll snuff your existence like it was part of running the distance
I just tell it like it is, it's a gift to fight with pens
Industry's a deficiency and WolF's the vitamin
These cats can't rap, deploy the attack, the glorious past
Is comin back, Where my warriors at?
Holy shit I must be dreaming and having a nightmare
There's agents in this matrix, I'm clappin'em right there
The fabric might tear, lookout you've just been prewarned
Cuz rap has gotta die right now just to be reborn
Verse 4:
Now take a page from out the book of prophecy, it's knowledge we
Command and enstill, this is real, human theology
Still the clues be findin me, extreme situations
I think I need medication, an got a fever that's blazin
I'm havin crazy visions where I see the evil I'm facin
It's like I'm here to take away the industry and replace it
You see what I'm laced wit lately? Cuz we all outta time
Marley, Lennon, and Pac, it was their cause, now it's mine
An I'm ready to drop on these laws wit many lines
When we let the blind see the machine is gettin fried
Then they'll let me fly free, released to heaven's skies
I'm just workin till I'm done then I cease and sever ties
I'm on a mission baby so please don't ever cry
I done been to hell and back and I've seen the devil's eyes
No belief in evil people, but still they're sellin lies
And the agents in this matrix indeed are well disguised
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