( *DJ Supreme One cuts up* )
(Rock the Beat) --> L.L. Cool J
[ VERSE 1 ]
Yo, I`m the doloist soloist
Who got `dro to twist, prefer the brew over Cris`
To my independent women and my male chauvinists
Throw your fist before you wish
Stick your nose in this, we closin this
Edo`s maniacal - Supreme get the record
Loop it and chop it, now it`s unrecognizable
Cut off the unreliable
If it`s hot it`s undeniable
Type of shit you start a riot to
He fire one, I fire two, inspire you
Make you believe the bullshit, that`s what liars do
See, we roll like tires do
If you admire me, then I admire you
Cause it`s a cold, cold world for this warm-blooded mammal
Keep it off the handle, filled with rap ammo
The revolution will be televised on every channel
More than a little bit of lootin and vandals
[ CHORUS ]
This is far from gangsta
It`s that hip-hop shit filled with anger
It`s the streets, to beef it`s no stranger
It`s these beats and rhymes that might change ya
It`s the peace of mind that I`m chasin
Livin life with less aggravation (say what)
It`s mind tellin body about to lose patience
Writers, DJ`s, MC`s, and breakers
[ VERSE 2 ]
I got a second chance to make the same mistake twice
My advice for the un-nice, don`t try to break the ice
Unless you wanna sacrifice your life
I`m authentic, you artificial, man
A sacrificial lamb, we got issues at hand
High-rankin officials, launch missiles at anybody who ain`t fam
You understand cause we overstand, it`s over, man
You either bend, fold or show your hand
You`re overpowered and undermanned
Cause Edo.G and Overlooked got the upper hand
From the `Bury, Dorchester to Mattapan
You can fall for it all but I know where I stand
So where you stand?
If it`s about poppin shit and coppin shit
Go `head and rock the platinum, I rock some copper shit
The total opposite
I ain`t with that stupid suit-and-tie office shit
It`s that Boston shit
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
Hey yo, my ritual for rap`s traditional with facts
Subliminal to callin niggas out on wax
We ain`t equal, it`s for my people
Who got they eyes wide and ain`t lookin at the world through a peephole
The mind, soul and body attack the ungodly
Who wanna make rap a big party
See, I`ma get what I`m supposed to get
I only got about 10 real friends, rest of y`all`s just associates
From indie labels, rappers to strip dancers
Get pounds and hugs, numbers I never answer
Travel frequently
We ain`t down if you ain`t competin with me
I`m on the airwaves on different frequencies
How much dough did you go through
Budgets did you blow through to get the industry to know you?
Your life is on a auction block, bid quick
Heard it all before and ain`t impressed with shit
[ CHORUS ]
