Hiding Place

(Where you gonna hide?)

Yeah

Rapper

(Where you gonna hide?)

Dilla Dog, Jay Dee

Elzhi

(Where you gonna hide?)

Phonte

Another Little Brother presentation

(Where you gonna hide?)

Uh, come on

Sendin' this out across the nation

I'm a hell of a problem, nobody has the answer

Pooh be spreadin' out like a body of cancer

My stanza, get it goin' like a car (Vroom)

Usher in a new era like this, y'all (This, y'all)

I'm raw, stripped down, no minerals

A distilled emcee, no chemicals, no subliminals

A smooth criminal before the rape charge

I shake and bake, bring terror to your squad

My pen's ferocious, I'm so focused

And I pray to God that the world knows this (Know it)

Exposes flaws in your scheme, dawg

Me and Dilla go hard, my Lord

You don't want no problems, problems (Ooh)

I'm a **** that'll solve 'em, solve 'em (Ooh)

Without a doubt, yeah

I'm in the booth, cold knockin' **** out

Tell my tales by word of mouth

Yeah, you know me

(Where you gonna hide?)

When the sun goes down

And the lights in the city get low

(Where you gonna hide?)

When your peeps ain't around

And there ain't no place to go

(Where you gonna hide?)

When the hood start watchin'

And the boys got they eye on your safe

(Where you gonna hide?)

Ain't nowhere to run

And there ain't no hiding place

Don't compare me to jokes

I'll strangle the air in your throat

Like you jump from a chair and choke

In mid-air from a rope

Got a big gun and carry a scope

The flare of the smoke

Keep **** quiet like words librarians spoke

I'm arrogant, outlandish

Blow your face out, and shake out the dandruff

The jakes won't make out the handprints

I'm as real as it gets with the steel and the clips

Buck and make **** duck

And kneel and do splits

It gets no realer than this

It's Tay and Elzhi droppin' that definitive shit

This should have been a double album

Commemorative disc

'Cause hip hop might need us (Uh)

And in your town, no tellin' where you might see us (Come on)

My whole team comin' through in tees and wife beaters

Out doin' their damn thing like beavers (Oh)

Yo, it's P to the H-O, I finish the job

Plus my Dominican broad

Makin' me chili con queso (Aye, bonito)

Work and plan a perfect verse

To burst like a person

That jerked from a circus cannon

Then land to the Earth

It's me on the song, featured your fleet

Breathin' as strong

It's a gypsy readin' a palm with a drawn heater

Never gone off the wrong reefer

A bong chief of the don

Ball as long as LeBron's bronze sneakers

Got ways of a thuggie

Think I won't come and get you

Dressed like a bum with pistols

And AK's in the buggy

And Tay is blazin' it lovely 'cause I'm one with the game

So I sat back, chilled, dropped Foreign Exchange

And a lot of rap **** got lost

Heard Phontigga carryin' tunes and assumed he done got soft

(Now let's move)

They didn't understand it was my next direction

So I'm playin' postman and addressin' questions

Like yes, I'm still a LB, no, I'm not leavin'

No, I don't eat meat but, yes, I'm still beefin' (Uh)

Wit' all these wack **** puttin' records out

This is all live, ****, check it out

LB, S Villa fam on a mission

And I ain't worried about **** bitin' Minstrel Show

They still teethin' on The Listening, come on

One more time for your mind, let's get it

(Where you gonna hide?)

When the sun goes down

And the lights in the city get low

LB and S Villa, come on

(Where you gonna hide?)

When your peeps ain't around

And there ain't no place to go

From the 919 to the 313

(Where you gonna hide?)

When the hood start watchin'

And the boys got they eye on your safe

From North Carolina to the thirty-three

(Where you gonna hide?)

Ain't nowhere to run

And there ain't no hiding place

(Come on)

Hey, yo, I wake up every morning holding my, fuck

Babe, what's wrong?

Ain't nothin' wrong, man, hold on

I wake up every morning

You look like something's wrong

I'm tryna remember my line

Yo, what up, B

Whats happenin', man, yo

Fifteen minutes, man

Fifteen?

Fifteen minutes, you walk

When I say Joe Scudda, that's you

Okay, I got it, aight, no doubt

It's alive out there, ****

It's alive? (Woo)

You got fifteen minutes to relax

Yeah, I'm chill, I got it, I got it, I got it

Just relax, take your time

How am I gon' relax?

There's mad people out there, I, I'ma, this shit gonna be fucked up

I'ma look crazy

No, you will be fine, just be patient

Aight, aight

Here, come here, lemme relax you for a minute

Oh