Who you think I am, boo? You want me to be?
When I rock, jock niggas is shellshock
Don’t watch the birdie, watch the clock go tick-tock
I rip shop, I make your girl’s bottom lip drop
Yo, word to the truckers at the pit stop, I’m hip-hop
I hold heat, never forget what niggas told me
They showed me other emcees trying to fold me
They owe me, yo, plus them niggas mad slow, G
I got my “Get U Now,” so I’m coming with my homie
Here’s the plan: stick ‘em up, I enter
Through the window, stoop down so we can’t see our crescendo
Pass the indo, yo, he used to be our friend though
Yeah, but that’s the reason I don’t really like to lend dough
From the corner, cylindrical triangle hat says “Dunce,”
Lyrics precise like forensical science, leave you entangled for months
Trying to figure who done it, you fronted, got your shit stunted
Didn’t have to be that way, some saw the light coming and they shunned it
For the wickedness of those who despise life and worship death
Be a savage, match shit eye-for-eye, tooth-for-tooth, breath-for-breath
In the last days of the countdown, shit is just that drastic
Write journals like Hebrew prophets, study math like an Aztec
Loved not for who you think I am
But who you want me to be, a true thugging MC
True thugs with no strings attached
I wanna give you my slugs and don’t wanna take ’em—
Box sprays with my box-cutter in my boxers
Shots sprayed on the cops’ hostages, we rastas
Rockaway Boulevard, got love obnoxious, cop five cops today
For my Rockaway niggas that rock braids
Got paid, A-Rock, you know how I rock, meet me at the Lobster’s
I suggest I should dress proper
Copped a buzz, I copped a Dutch
I got a lot of love with no strings attached
Rhymes, rhymes, rhymes, we got plenty
Dimes, dimes, dimes, too many
Sparked up and chat, you keep counting
I do my thing, jealous niggas keep doubting
Rock ‘n’ roll, lock ‘n’ load
MCs out for pots of gold, we stop ‘em cold
In their tracks and take all their chipseses
All their DATs, all their bullshit mixeses
Give ‘em credit? Nah, dead it
We just flip the callisthenic, toss the Andy Pettitte to set it
We grand-slamming and never bystanding
And pussy MCs we abandon
Flew in from Monsta Island just to rag shit with jet lag
With brothers specialized in ways how us not to get bagged
Egads! I bring confusion like roll call
To MCs so-called, hoes be like, “Yup, I told y’all”
So socialize, my bio show I dip, dip, dive
Memorize like Iomega zip drive
Go to the bar to drink to get soberer
King Geedorah eat the head of a king cobra like Ginkoba
Kong in the cut like cold meat, I hold heat so sweet
Roll deep with no beef
Those that doze deep, closed sheets foes chose to speak with
Reach over to reload the reef, swift from feet to teeth
Keep Kongcrete parallel to body ‘til the next male
Shotties and hotties still waiting to exhale
Smell the bloodbath when slugs caught, slugs passed in bloodsport
Bugged laugh and bugged thoughts
Caught some eyes, make the K-Slash stagger like a Bocker
Drinking vodka, hit note like Sinatra at a opera
Drop a flocker, Orville Redenbacher, get you, got you
Shot the two L’s without the proper for the album’s knocker
Hit the liquor quicker than a quicker picker-upper girl and stick her
I leave more nuts than a Snicker, kick her
To the curb, punk a bitch, stomp a chick
For now call me Kong, Monsta Isle, Monsta Click (Blaow!)
Loved not for who you think I am but who you
Want me to be, a true thuggin’ MC
True thugs with no strings attached
I wanna give you my slugs and don’t wanna take ‘em back
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