You Know My Steez

The real Hip Hop

MCin' and DJin'

From your own mind, you know?

I guess right now, we should start the show

Who's the suspicious character, strapped with the sounds profound?

Similar to rounds spit by Derringers

"You're in the Terrordome", like my man Chuck D said

It's time to dethrone you clones and all you knuckleheads

'Cause MCs have used up extended warranties

While real MCs and DJs are a minority

But right about now, I use my authority

'Cause I'm like the wizard, and you lost like Dorothy

The horror be when I return for my real people

Words that split wigs, hittin' like some double Desert Eagles

Sportin' caps pulled low and baggy slacks

Subtractin' all the rappers who lack over Premier's tracks

Severe facts have brought this rap game to near collapse

So, as I have in the past, I whoop ass

Droppin' lyrics that be hotter than sex and candlewax

And one-dimensional MCs can't handle that

While the world's revolvin' on its axis

I come with mad love and, plus, the illest warlike tacatics

The wilderness is filled with this

So many people searchin' for false bliss

I'm here with the skills you've missed

The rejected stone is now the cornerstone

Sorta like the master builder when I make my way home

You know my steez

You know my steez

Let 'em know, do your thing, God

Keep it live, to the beat y'all

The beat is sinister, Primo makes you relax

I'm like the minister, when I be lacin' the wax

I be bringin' salvation through the way that I rap

And you know and I know, I'm nice like that

Work through worldly problems, I got the healing power

When the mics within my reach, I'm feelin' more power

Stealin' at least three minutes of every rap radio hour

It's often easier for one to give advice

Than it is for a person to run one's own life

That's why I can't be caught up in all the hype

I keep my soul tight and let these lines take flight

The apparatus gets blessed and suckers get put to rest

No more of the unpure, I got the cure for this mess

The wackness is spreadin' like the plague

MCs lucked up and got paid, but still can't make the fuckin' grade

How many times are wannabes gonna lie?

Yo, they must wanna fry, they can't touch the knowledge I personify

I travel through the darkness carryin' my torch

The illest soldier, when I'm holdin' down the fort

You know my steez

Let 'em know, do your thing, God

Keep it live

You know my steez

Let 'em know, do your thing, God

Keep it live

You know my steez

Let 'em know, do your thing, God

Keep it live

You know my steez

Let 'em know, do your thing, God

Keep it live (The mic)

On the microphone, you know that I'm one of the best yet

Some punks ain't paid all of their debts yet

Tryna be fly, ridin' high on the jet-set

With juvenile rhymes, makin' fake ass death threats

Big deal, like in Vogue, here's somethin' you can feel

Styles more tangible, and image more real

For some time now, I've held the scrolls and manuscripts

When it's time to go all out, you be like, "Damn, you flipped"

Now I'm sick, fed up with the bullshit

Got the lyrical full clip givin' you a verbal asswhip

Don't trip, it's the gifted prolific one

Known as Bald Head Slick

Why is the press all on my d-dick?

My style be wilder than a kamikaze pilot

Don't try it, I'm about to start more than a friggin' riot

Styles unsurpassable and nuccas that's suckas

Yo, them mothafuckas are harassable

For I be speakin' from my parables and carry you beyond

The mic's either a magic wand or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb

Then I grab your palm, no pulse, you're gone

And if you thought we'd lose our niche in this rap shit, you way wrong

I stay up, I stay on, shine bright like neon

Your song's pathetic, synthetic like Rayon

Fat beats, they play on, want dope rhymes, put me on

Word is bond

You know my steez