Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #6,005
Peak in subgenre #3,304
Author
Sean Johnson
Uploaded
June 05, 2003
Track Files
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MP3 4.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
I be rockin shakin cradles
Feeding babies alcohol with a god damn ladel I'm fatal
It's T-towns finest hustla undebatable
Motherfuckers know that when I'm coming I'm unfazable
Looking for flow like we was white on rice
But my spit sounds strange cuz I've been white all my life
I'm hungry and you looking like meat
Marinate on that before you choose claim the street
Cuz I'm not from the street I'm from beneath your feet
Out the grave satan's slave, ressurected to keep
The hearts of haters on lock, call me the master
Because from block to block, I be causing disaster
Better run faster cuz I will catch you
Ain't no telling what a crazy boy will do
I will stop at no end to prove I don't pretend
Every word I say I speak so there's confusion
It's hip-hop science, it revolves around violence
When people think that what you say ain't real and you ain't tried it
When people what push, shove, press, and test
It's a science how real lyricist's put it all to rest
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Think that I'm gone play, muafucka you stupid
Whatever gave you that idea, I don't do it
Always being true to the game that I spit
Yes I follow through and I will mame you so don't trip
Say what you gotta say and I hope that you done
Pray I don't spray cuz that shit ain't fun
Today ain't you day when we coming just run
Cuz I may choose to lay your head down with this gun
Trust me, this shit could get real fucking ugly
Esspecially when it has to do with my money
I'm confident like I was a boxer swinging
Heavyweight champ bringing skills you don't even believe in
I'm so ill my skill flows like a water spill
I'm a pill that you pop when you wanna know what's real
In fact, I'm just a prototype codenamed: white light
Cuz I shine bright everytime I rip mics
It's hip-hop science, it revolves around violence
When people think that what you say ain't real and you ain't tried it
When people what push, shove, press, and test
It's a science how real lyricist's put it all to rest
I'm about as fake as the word if webster was a liar
I'm a match struck burning at your feet starting a fire
Call me the messiah, cuz I will come twice
Once to teach you the way, second to take your life
I'm the grim reaper, don't think that I don't see ya
Even when you sleep I'm watching waiting to meet ya
Dying with anticipation because my occupation
Is to punish you for disbelieving the caucasion
I'll make you feel pain like you never knew you could
A hammer, some nails, a cross erected from wood
Seven days in the blistering heat with no food
Vultures circling waiting to eat main course at you
See some writer's use heavy handed words to express
The fighter inside but outside is much less
Me, I don't say shit get some fans and impress
I grab the mic hear the beat and rip it with finesse
It's hip-hop science, it revolves around violence
When people think that what you say ain't real and you ain't tried it
When people what push, shove, press, and test
It's a science how real lyricist's put it all to rest
We speak what we think out loud for all to hear
Just cuz you can't do it doesn't mean that we ain't real
Mic rippers, verse spitters, and the lyrically inclined
These are the people you hate because we ain't your kind
We let our feelings show, in fact, we bath in'em
They all start to grow, then we blaze with'em
We use'em to make dark days seem more bright
We deliver our interpretation of what people call life
If my life seems unbelieveable and what I say ain't true
Then the problem isn't in me, the problem is in you
Belief is thought in the mind of the beholder
Everybody learns new things as they get older
As the story unfolds some accept and other hate
Some are stuck in the past and other learn to be great
But to me it's kinda funny that one person elevates
Twenty voices speak up screaming fake fake fake
It's hip-hop science, it revolves around violence
When people think that what you say ain't real and you ain't trie
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