Yo
This is hardcore outta my heart`s core
Principle`s, laws, equations, formulas being drawn on chalkboards
Generatin thought forms
Quicker than Concorde`s
Wit onboard computers logged on to OnStar
On guard
Take ten steps and draw
I`m tha law around these parts
Respect it dog
Or you might spend a weekend in the county morgue
Wit an unsuitable coffin thats way too small
And a deacon blessin ya body at ya funeral
You get a 21 blunt salute and life goes on
Gotta stay positive focus on the protons
And post dope songs on MP3.com
As deep as a 2Pac poem
I wish I got to know him
Both him and Big Poppa was the greatest and now they gone
What`s goin on
On my album I`ma do a song "Who Shot Ya Remix" featuring
Shyne and Sean
Before I battle strangers
I make em sign disclaimers
That state that they`re aware of the danger
See I might be overwellmed wit anger
Split ya skull open like a banana
Or bludgeon ya face wit a hammer
You wanna rhyme?
Fill out this W-9
Sign below the the dotted line
Now ya publishing`s mine
I gotta have ya publishin rights
Hang you upside down
See if you scared of heights
Remember Vanilla Ice?
Ask Paradise if I`m nice
I took the train down to Chamber Street
And blacked out on his mixtape twice
Back in `95 I was a tiny guy
You could see the hunger in my eyes
I just wanted to rhyme
And I`m STILL in my prime
STILL chasin down what`s mine
STILL like Dre., but Jay-Z ain`t writin my rhymes
Quick to say `Hi`
And quick to say bye
Take a *flick* wit some guys
And leave before the Polaroid dries
"He was standin here a miniute ago.", the brother replied
Wit his mind on his money and his money on his mind
Reflecting over the times when I signed
Sellin records for ten dollars
And only a dime was mine
What`s the odds of rollin 2 dice wit 6 sides each
As if there`s only 36 ways to dies in these streets
There`s a million ways to die at the absolute least
One of those ways is messin wit the Beast from Tthe East
AKA me
AKA the Capitol C
Rippin the Jacker wit Paradise on MP3
Keep it locked ya`ll
