Lose Track

Yeah

You ain't got the balls to challenge us ('96)

Burn you like a match in the dark

Move around with cassettes in my backpack

But still keep a suit like the Rat Pack

And stay in the pursuit of a fat stack

They trying to advert the fat tax

You a new jack

But you knew that

It's '96, but we bringin' '92 back

And my crew is never whack

We never do that

With all these rappers fallin' off I tend to lose track

I'm the king of rock

I'm who they desire

Sucka emcees, should go and retire

They did a poor job

They should have been fired

Now they hold a sign saying "work for hire"

In touch with the real

Get a grip like plyers

And handing out L's

Give 'em out like flyers

This one in rotation like tires

And they keeping that static like dryers

Halloween, trick or treat, Michael Myers

Selling souls ain't hard to find a buyer

They getting baptized in eternal fire

The prophet is the truth, the devil is a liar

You a new jack

But you knew that

It's '96, but we bringin' '92 back

And my crew never whack

We never do that

With these clowns fallin' off I tend to lose track

You a new jack

But you knew that

It's '96, and we bringin' '92 back

And my crew never whack

We never do that

We never hit the strip, flip a brick, and we move that

What's good for the goose is good for the gander

Spewing all them lies just spreading propaganda

Relinquishing your rights no need for the mirandas

Social security barcode, fingerprint scanners

Secret society, they got an eye on me

My brother with the truth so our souls siamese

Spit the knowledge wisdom so they admire me

Universal law, there is no defying thee

Peeling layers back tapping into trauma

A lot of us been through lots of drama

Hard to make it if accounts ain't at least got a comma

Can't live your whole life with your momma

Move around with cassettes in my backpack

But still keep a suit like the Rat Pack

And stay in the pursuit of a fat stack

They trying to advert the fat tax

You a new jack

But you knew that

It's '96, but we bringin' '92 back

And our crew is never whack

We never do crack

Sucka emcees fallin' off I tend to lose track

You a new jack

But you knew that

It's '96, but we bringin' '92 back

And my crew is never whack

We never do crack

Another emcee fallin' off I tend to lose track (lose track)

I move around with these tapes in my Jansport

Saving up enough papes for that camcord

Stay choppin' up the funk on the SP

In your ear, vinyl mania, say less B

So step back, let the real ones in

You know the game is a battle and you just can't win

Whack emcees fading like a ghost in the night

But I am the muthafuckin' spark light

My man paged me on the motorolla

It beeped two times, strange number North Dakota

Before I got a chance to hit him back a car rolled up

The only thing you heard was pop, pop, like a soda

It's real in the streets

I hope you feel the hype

I hope you feel alright

I hope you grab the pipe, smoke it up, and get down tonight

Grab the bottle, hit a little O

Hit the forty on the corner, got to let it go

But you a new jack

But you knew that

It's '96, but we bringin' '92 back

And our crew is never whack

We never do crack

Sucka emcees fallin' off I tend to lose track

Step back, let the real ones in

It's a battle and you just can't win

Step back, let the real ones in

It's a battle and you just can't win