Lyrics
SWANKLIFE...UP IN THIS BITCH!!...ALTERED METHODZ...UP IN THIS BITCH!!!!
Tha Dirty Savage, sicc wit' it blazin this shit/
on tha look out for some motherfuckers for some pain to afflict/
constrictin' airwaves, blazin' saddles/
ropin' non belivers like cattle sharpin' up skills, preparin' to battle/
AMC & SwankLife...tha stank life/
tha hooked to HipHop like crank life, flashin' at tha Lotus quick to pull out a knife/
but Jelo-Rizzy held me back...knowin' I cant go back/
fuck it, lush it up wit Jack sippin' Henny...we don't know how to act/
tha usual concensus, or unconsious thoughts, ideology I drop/
too dark, turn on the night vision, as I thickin' tha plot/
make one false move, fuckin' wit' a convicted felon/
I'll pop tha top off your bitch ass like Mt. St. Helens/
thought ya knew, slept, now I've returned with a grudge/
saw me off with violence, now ya wanna greet me with hugs/
left off with mean mugs and threats of my life/
now I'm back to take whats mine...ain't no thinkin' twice/
what's mine... is my free mind, to lead, not follow/
walk around with a head that is more than hollow/
fiendin' for bitches that swallow, a little perverse converse ain't never hurt/
lift tha shirt, lose tha skirt..filthy then forgotten when ya diggin' with Dirt/
but fuck bitches, I compose while ya laggin' asses decompose/
rather focus on my vapor trail as I flow and transpose…
"It's Dirty Harry//also known as Mr. 2 Fingers//also known as Tha Dirty Fucking Savage!!!!"
HipHop moves me, soothes me/
y'all fakers frontin' don't amuse me/
get torn through fo' sheezy/
treated like a breezy/
an industry whore/
hatin on tha corporate, but comin' back for more/
uninspirational, bastardization, typical racist/
let's chase this...it ain't about skin, just skill, let's face it/
fuck tha Source...lost touch with tha real underground/
it don't take money to be down, fuck tha commercial sound/
fuck a R & B hook, tell me somthin' new/
what do tha elements have to do wit' you?/
soundin' more pop, crossover, hung over, radio affliction/
beatin' up these crap rappers like a dependant addiction/
yo, its' all too simple, no strain to think, dont blink/
slippin' like ya wearing flippers at tha ice rink/
causin' a big stink, clear ya sinuses, avoidin' viruses/
ya style is recycled & holy like dialisis to tha archdiocese/
tha prices ya pay for stardom make ya dumb, jus' for fun/
come one, come all who wanna come an' get some/
fuckin' wit' my freedom of speech, what about tha freedom to listen?/
thinkin' I dont know tha difference, y'all must be trippin'/
say what I want, but closed ears can't hear/
fuck tha powers that be, I'm tha one you should fear/
no silver spoon, hardened life never to forget/
it's correct, I been through hell, now I'm back to collect/
no motherfucker in this industry, better put a label on me/
better let me be, I swear to God and my feared white skin, I'll be tha last thang ya see/
spittin' lyrical projectiles, I know y'all heard me/
infinite styles, fuck profiles, it's just Dirty...
