Comin' For The Datazz

Lyric up, lyric up

Lyric, lyric, up, up

I hit the chicks with the nice round heinies

Play a ho like a ho, play a sucka like stymied

Try me, and you'll descend into your end

Never thought it could be you, well, think again, my friend

My pen illuminates, and dooms the fakes

You're soon to break, you're strawberry like shortcake

I'm in that ass with my Timbs all day

You couldn't tarnish my rep', so you crept away

Just behave and be a good son

Or else, I'm bringin' the noise 'cause most emcees are puns

I used to chill in Roxbury now I'm comin' outta Brooklyn

Herb niggas are assed out, y'all get tooken

Or taken, and that's word to all rude bwoy Jamaican

I swing, bitch, yes, I'm crankin'

Just like an Alpine, a deadly rhyme, brand spankin' new

Pumped to put some lead in your crew

A hollow point shot, 'cause your weak shallow point's

Not hittin, should've gave up from the beginning

But since you're bluffin' with your tape that's trash

Tell your peeps that we comin' for datazz (for datazz)

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Lyric up, lyric up

Lyric, lyric, up, up

Whose that lurkin' in the dark with the hoodie strapped

Puffin on a blizz, mellow meditatin' black?

I ain't impressed 'cause the rest they fess

Sometimes I wanna flip, clap a hole in they chest

But I lay back, as I prepare for the payback

And drop the master rhymes with the mad crew from wayback

I stay back, I watch, the whole job, you botched

Couldn't maintain, it's like your brain just stopped

But the Gang is on the prowl kid like Lecter

Paint a logo with your blood so you niggas remember

The Chain and the Star, mystical and never typical

The average rap group, ain't even equipped to go

Head up, I'm dead up, you ducks could never last

You fakin' jacks, we comin for datazz (for datazz)

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Lyric up, lyric up

Lyric, lyric, up, up

I heard some hardheaded punks wanna see me

Jealous of a nigga just because he's on TV

You know the video shows that you be watchin'

Call up and request, so you can see it more often

My persona sheds more light than a nova

'Cause niggas are soldier, yo, this war, it ain't over

And ain't no stopping like McFadden and Whitehead

You might get dead, fuckin' around like you do

Pursue the knowledge that's available

Before your chump-style game and your punk friends fail you

Gonna dissect your brain for a minute

Look at your puny ass world and what's in it

Nothin', that's how long you've been frontin'

I figured by now that you've come up with somethin'

But you're still the same snake with my name on your mouth

Wanna know what I'm doin, wanna know why I shine?

'Cause I'm the rebirth, so now you gotta see me first

I kick more facts than paperbacks for research

And knees hurt, next you feel 'em bucklin'

The huge pussy look on your face reveals the sucker

Inside of ya, because I checked the way you're ridin' the

Jimsome, better sing more than a hymn son

Never sustain the true pain of my wisdom

Never be able to touch Gang Starr

True indeed, I believe in takin' my words far

Across the seas and deserts, through the trees and grass

And if you ain't on point, then we comin' for datazz

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