darker than the east river, larger than the Empire state
where the beast who guard the barbed wire gate
is on the job, not my fate...tired of the wait
til the Villain bring deliverance from the dire straits
fire at a higher rate, why debate the liars
flyers scatter, buy a plate, isolate the wires
try the straight pliars if not the vice grips
a real pricesaver way to acquire nice whips
what a steal for real on wheels of steel
stunna a funna summer number one meal deal bumma
a bizarre phenomenon, is ya armor on?
take ya cash calmer or break ya fast Ramadan
tronzac's on, drama aw come on Barney
clack clack, pardon me, wack rap con carne
he came to feed the childrens like Sally Struthers
after that he's goin back to Cali wheres the [love is]
wilder then the Nile, hold power like the great pyramids of Giza
an stay leanin like the Tower of Piza
give em somethin he could feel that's off the squeeza
raw with the pen an on the mic off the heeza
get shot off that wide eyed talk
and if he had a pot he'd still piss on the sidewalk
you can't take the street out the street person
lookin for the perfect beat cohersinin to heat bursin
they couldn't spot him on a spot date
got the only tape that come wit a free hot plate
whoever do get the see me sing, with the 3D ring
sittin stationary like BB King
could see how it really sting, it ain't no front row
standing room only at the moto cross stunt show
the roughest ain't up to Snuffulufugus
me an Sub is like the brown Smothers Brothers
[my love is]
vaster then the Seven seas, bigger then Mt. Kilaminjaro
if they don't know, fill em in tomorrow
on the horror show a mental note, return Bobs record
swear to God before he gets a job he robs Eckerd
blessed wit a hot flow, tested it got dough
invested in stress the best to finesse a opto
as I reminise never forgot when I was very broke
shot the Henny straight couldn't afford to cop the Cherry Coke
or should I say broke wit wealth
to know enough to give em just enough rope to yoke theyself
Plan B before I take the ring an pawn it
the long arm of the law couldn't even put they fingers on it
dog gone it, do the statistics
how he bust lyrics, that's too futuristic for ballistics
an far too eccentric for forensics
I dedicate this mix to SubRoc the hip hop Hendrix!