I'm telling you, I want this done quick, in and out
I want all that black market shit, everything
Grab all the tapes, all the cassettes
*door knock* Who is it? *door kicked in*
Where the shit? Everybody on the floor, nobody move
Face down, don't nobody look at me
Where the shit?
Yo Treach, Yoke the Joker
*rire*
("New style" "New style")
("My name is Treach and I'm a triple-star MC")
[Treach]
There are too many overnight MC's but one
And too many wacked who haven't paid dues
You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and will get our just due, by terminating you
[Treach]
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back
A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one
If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun
Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk
And all that shit I hear about me losin' is small talk
I ain't a punk or slouch and furthermore I don't scare chief
The reason I called you pussy cause you are what you eat, each
Lick it a little closer to the center of a Blow Pop
Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op
How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while
You're smilin backstage doin' your mother, ugh, doggystyle
I'm wild, raw, a whore and still suave
*laughter* Check out this style that I've
Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky
Semi-social, never seem sloppy
See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers
Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy
We see so-so-songs and some shots, so
Snatch seven samples, start slowly, go solo
Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin'
Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system
Smoke the joker, three times over
And owe her, go with the flow
Or I'm about to yoke a joker
[Treach]
All that straight-faced shit like your heart had been through
Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do
You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard
Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards
Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up
Grab your microphone, battle time, sho' nuff
Any freestyle I see while I prowl
I dial a new style, tell me about ooh child!
Another victory, it's mystery
I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery
All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he
Get the things he needs? Remember how blistery?
You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap
You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me
Slicing your life away, just like my mic today
I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin' shit right away...
I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust
Take you to a roof, sure you can fly, just jump slut
You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like
You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight
All lockjaw, look at the props y'all
So proud I'm sure, suck my encore's
Swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo
I'mma smoke ya
It's time to yoke the joker
[Treach]
The only way you wouldn't be gettin' dissed, jumped like a girlie
Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early
You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop
If I see ya disagree, you'll be gettin your shit dropped
It's the extended version, the side you can't fuck with
You'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket
I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high
Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high
Never would you ever get the thrill to say "Yo, sweat
Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat"
Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day
Takin' competition's what I do in the worst way
Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya
I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya
The proof is in the puddin', my collar ain't wooden
It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children
Physically, facially, racially made to be
Crazily paid; a G. What a fuckin way to be!
Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan
Pimp smack that then attract the new game plan
Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test
Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step
That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live
That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give
Makin' other brothers wanna go home and write shit
Bite what I might get, then up and say "I quit"
Me getting got? Oh, what a beautiful thought from you
Ain't it amazing what some paper plus a pen and tongue can do?
Yoke the joker!
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