Verse 1: Yeah I run rings around your crew like a track star So stay back far You better understand who the macks are A brand new invention is my intention Been rappin so long some say I should get a pension Ain't no tension If I forgot to mention I rock rhymes over beats for salary and commission I got it all figured out like Columbo I'll drop you like Dumbo Your album is weak, and so is your video Or should I say wackeo Your girl is a tacky hoe Go back to slangin rocks and leave rappin to Coolio It's the all assmatic, tongue acrobatic, loc Used to be smoked out recovered crack addict I'll dip you in some sauce, fool, I'm the boss And I still be sending busters to Harris & Ross You, gotta pay the cost I refuse to take a loss So I spit like I feel it and dust your junky ass off Chorus, Repeat 3X: I break 'em off I break 'em all off Verse 2: I got to keep on the real With my hands on the steel Cause we all understand we got to die one day But, everybody knows we got to rise to the top And the mission don't stop till the casket drop I'm protected by the tech And the teflon vest And we earn that respect Cause we worked so hard so put that needle on the record And everybody check it, cause I never been affected By what they say It's been a whole lot of years since I shed tears For my fears I downed case loads of beers and drank jack with my peers So never let it be said that I fronted a fake I keep the treble in my highs and lows in my bass So feel the affect of the wine and funk But you gotta have hustle which can vibrate you funk City to alley to valley hood and block You know I got the sound to break 'em off Chorus, Repeat 7X: I came back from the Congo as Return Of The Jedi I smoke the spinach and you get popped in your ezzye Watch me do this You take a ass whoopin like Brutus My rhymes will sound like Buddah, like Olive Oil is skinny and Whimpee Sea Hag don't never tempt me Get up on the funk so you can feel the simpy I can do the rope-a-dope And steal a base like Davey Lopes And bring more hope back to the hood than the Pope So, drink some Scope and try to feel sure See, if you can endure The pressure that's put on your But your soggy ass don't stay crunchy in milk That's why your cap get peeled, yeah, you're soft as silk It's time to seperate the real from the fake You shaky like Jake And your game always get exposed when you perpetrate Check the Times and the Post This is straight west coast And when I break it off you know it's broke Chorus, Repeat 7.5 times This is straight west coast
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