yeah! straight up 9-5!
kurupt the motherfuckin kingpin
dat nigga daz
creepin and crawlin through your hood
smokin
loccin
provokin punk motherfuckers like this stuff
wuz happenin?
in the dead of winter is when i kick my coldest phrases
mentalest telepathy
lyrically it amazes
constructioning thoughts that's as lethal as turpentine
an expert when i flex rhymes feared like ex-cons
in my zone you can't even find like atlantis
stalk like a prayin mantis
leavin battered bodies on the canvas
the burial ground for clowns
open casket
trackin niggas down like fuckin basset hounds
tragic how the mic gets handled
prodigious like a vandal on a midnight scandal
the scramble like randall abusive when i recite on the stage
double access with a brand new motherfuckin mic
now can i grab the microphone and spit some shit that's known
to blow the mind of michelangelo's poems
clones get crushed like stones
i forbid
for rusty motherfuckers to be actin like they all in
with the click got checks that shit
and once again it's on and it's on with the gangsta shit
i create the beats that beats the fucks right outta ya speakers
amps are blown
shown for me to grab the microphone alone
like jodeci
notice-see ya self needs help
the homie style got the strap on deck
don't neglect the fact i can make you or break you
awake you to a new plateau wit' mo' hoes
now the paper is made
now don't think twice
niggas is gettin pimped because their game ain't tight
now well well
now welcome where the ballers dwell
another day
another dollar
blueberry to sell
i makes that fast cash
hmm dat nigga daz
i'm quicker ta out slick ya
blast in half
dpg eliminates the whole area beyond the thought dismemberin
motherfuck surrenderin; who
what
when
let's tear shit the fuck up
the homies coolin while you an' ya chest get fuckin blue an'
provoke us
survey with the superior focus
i'm that nigga like daz
crooked as scoliosis
s'impossible to survive on my arrival when i arrive
it's left to ya instict of survival
mashin
cashing in chips i gotta loose sadistic sick mind
they define it i'm mentally sick
and batter
it doesn't matter when ya into it
ya just entered in a war-zone all alone with ya microphone unguarded
i just started poetical poltergeist precise and cold-hearted
empty
tempt me
simply ya get shot
ya forgot i'm down to empty out my clip on ya block
stop let the whole place evacuate
wait until we're face-to-face then it escalates
duck-down
kurupt clowns niggas daily
hos can't play me
observe i serve those that betray me
i ain't never seen a joint that i couldn't light
and i ain't never seen a buster that didn't fight
i ain't never seen a g that would go for that
especially when he knows tha dogg pound got his back
i ain't never seen a game that did multiply
we gettin kinda deep
yeah the crew and i
and who am i?
and who am i?
that crazy motherfucker from the dpg
do or die!