Lyrics
They learned the hard way, not to give us our say,
'Cause they know we hold the game down like an arcade,
Same crowd, different day. They came out to par-tay,
'Cause the bars are butta like Parkay,
Back off like Parlay, we've been through dark days,
Scarred way beyond bars upon these shark tanks,
We gun for the stars and never with ours blank,
Takin' shots when you're not lookin' like bar maids,
So if you're aiming for the same spot we're givin' our thanks,
A couple nerds huggin' curves in ways your cars cain't,
But if we grab mics its like a bizzare change,
Like Bizarre losing the fat off his large frame,
Koncept; You should remember our name,
By the threat of car-nage: if you don't act your darn age,
We scalp ya like you taught us to farm maize,
If you're in the club, let me see ya wit' ya arms raised up,
Like you drank a case of something and you're blazed up,
On our way up, I'm dreamin' I can't wake up,
Finally sharing spits with the rich like it's in the same cup,
And I didn't rinse, Linkin' up like the chains stuck to delinquents,
I never worry 'bout who they say sucks,
'cause if they cain't see what I'm doing than they shouldn't speak up,
I let the lyric sheets leak so they can see what I speak of,
A week before the release so at least my CD's plugged,
He needs love from peeps but these thugs don't need love,
They want beef so I cut the meat and tell 'em eat up,
Every beat I beat up, on the streets like V dub,
And have 'em rallying behind me like I'm signing up for Glee club,
In a V-cut T-shirt how he flirts with these sluts,
Darin' any chick to be quick enough to keep up,
Not even Marion Jones could marry 'em, she could carry him home,
But his heart couldn't be harder if he was buried in stone,
Just milkin' this cash cow for the dairy alone,
Cat and mouse, smashin' house like Tom and Jerry in homes,
Providing commentary on where to bury ya bones,
My words carry gold like where canary's have flown,
Jim Carrey for a day I'm staying a God on flows,
And now the Virgin Mary remarried and carries my clone,
Warped by steroids like Barry Bonds bones,
To free Tommy Chong from prison just to carry bongs home,
No matter if you're old school or new school,
We're taking ya to school and teaching ya who rules,
Professor White, making beats that spread tight cheeks,
Like he's Naked on The Streets in the Bang Bus at red lights,
Yeah right, Its Kon and Av with their heads right,
Drinkin' Red Stripe treatin' mics like lead pipes,
We march on like left, right, left, right, left, right... (HOOK)
Like the Spartans in March Im sparkin Madness,
Cause its easy to go forward like Im parkin backwards,
Slackers ask for help from the smartest rapper,
So I pass on the facts like Im markin packages,
If I have to diss, I think out the box,
Ice cold cause I flow like whiskey on the rocks,
Swing and youll miss me, whether Im gone or not,
But Im on a Highway to Hell like I'm Bon Scott,
I spit bars on blocks to just carve a spot,
But life is a b*** this sh** is hard knocks,
Its all shots of Don Julio in the studio,
So I gots to be a vet like I neutered your dogs cock,
If Im playin pussy its not cuz I got cats to mock,
Im hatchin plots to make more cash than the cast of Lost,
Smash and Dash like Im runnin back for John Fox,
And on the way out I re-latch the locks,
So I dont get caught cracked like I snatched the rocks,
And if it dont pan out you can pass the pot,
Handle the beef in battles like saddles or pass the sauce,
Eat 'em up and spit backwash 'cause I have to floss,
But it's whack 'cause most cats don't know Av can rock,
'Cause they base it on if his face is black or not,
I got mastered tracks that'll attack ya thoughts,
As soon as you pay the cost and take the plastic off...
