l.a.w. (lyrical assault weapon)
Singer:dr. dre
knowhuti'msayin? one time for your mind
the whole borough's thorough
to all my niggas holdin it down
b-boy rhymes just for you
puttin it down for the aftermath like this
as i inhale the blunt and take a sip off the yac
freestyle a whole rap tape then write a new song
been in the game since.what? that shit is past tense
pass the microphone and watch this nigga crack the c
must be the reason they reveal shit
but in this era of mayhem
i recyc' the murderous rhymes to slay them
to all my opponents who wanna kick it
the verbal scientist in your title
a hundred dime pieces and the party got the heaters
i shine my verbal styles and got niggas climbin on speakers
an earthquake of bass lines swangin the party
l.a.w. the lyrical assault weapon
for all the b-boys and all the b-gals
l.a.w. the lyrical assault weapon
for all the b-boys and all the b-gals
okay let's get it started
original rap styles comin from my shooter
i'm the ill kid recruiter
time for thought then you know
fulfill the drill and still then kill
you couldn't stop the pain with benadryl
too many claim unnamed for fame
or be soft as baby tissue with no gun to aim
i take a raptor's rough cuz i'lla date the semen
spectators be sayin they can't go where he went
that's another level of attack
my dj scratch the record like a scrotum sack
i slice the rapper like a surgeon
i play him out like a priest in a turban
ya better take some notes
don't try to get on after me
cuz i'm the chemical enemical
rhymes i say are definitely guaranteed to reach the pinnacle
l.a.w. the lyrical assault weapon
for all the real players and all the fly girls
l.a.w. the lyrical assault weapon
for all the real players and all the fly girls
feelin the metronome click
it's time to kiss sharief to perform
my degrees be uncharted in the centre of fight square
i rum brass knuckle rhymes fuckin with crimes
i'm natural as loaded dice
i see it ain't even worth ya triggers
i'm from the days when b-boys were straight earthin niggas
rein-force my zone as a lyrical barricade
you better cuz your dome piece blown
nuclear missiles rhymes under my comb
three strikes marks the villian bustin rhymes
like shots in sarajevo saturday night blood be spillin
some i slaughter such as *?two compel?* blows
crush your corny kids caught stumblin on my shells
i stab you with some shit
doin infinite assault these hard lyrics i commit
fuckin mics like a nympho
l.a.w. the lyrical assault weapon
for all the real hustlas across the world
l.a.w. the lyrical assault weapon
for all the real hustlas across the world