Black Star, Jane Doe, Punch, Words - Twice Inna Lifetime lyrics
[Black Star, Jane Doe, Punch, Words - Twice Inna Lifetime lyrics]
(Word, word)
So we figured, if we gon' do it
We gotta freak it
You know what I'm sayin? (True, true, true)
Cause, everything gotta go up from here
Right? So Hi Tek, turn it up a notch
Hail Mary, matter fact, hail Jane
Niggas take my name in vain
Like I was cocaine
My affirmations kill emcees
Like assassination
Bringin' you pain until you wish
You had a vaccination
Or vaccine, I shine like Vaseline
Gas plays like petroleum
Walk over them like linoleum
My vocab expand like a rubber band
Walkin' naked through the motherland
Give the finger to my brotherman
You niggas just don't understand my reasons
I transcend like season
And scar these rappers like Legion
It's treason, my suspension attract attention
I'm ventin'
Givin' these chickenheads detention
Did I mention my name? Yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know
This is just half my potential
Check my credentials
Come harder than sequential
It's essential, you listen, I drive
You a pedestrian
They bless me on the track cause
I attack wit' the estrogen
Rhyme against the best of men
Jane burn it up
When you hear it in the whip
Tell your man to turn it up!
Yo, get it, yo
Yo, we fortified live, supportin' allies
The wack is tryna shorten our lives
It sorta waters my eyes
But here somethin' to cry and talk about
The verse on that cassette
You and your cousin fought about
That led to God and Satan's fallin' out
Encourage the liquor for those who ain't
Here that you pourin' out
On three-way, your parents
Preacher and spouse called my house
Revive or ruin, my theories of mics
Sony or Aiwa, black or white
I fit in all stereotypes
Search for a cast to plot
I make you a laughin' stock so shook
I could walk a half a
Block and feel the aftershocks
Rain of acid drops, seek some help
Now don't rewind get it the first time
Shouldn't have to repeat myself
Eternally verbally
I have numbers succumb to time outs
In rhyme bouts, you'll dial 9
Just to get a line out
Known fact or factors and
Non rappers fractured
Results more cast appearances than
A hundred actors
Emcees I'm testin' like diseases
Injected in gerbils
Wordsworth, Kweli, Hi Tek
Reflection Eternal, what?
My style highlights like fonts when I
Burn heads like a conk cause niggas front
When their chances get slim
Like Pharoahe Monch
Thinkin' they shit's is heavy when
They light like illumination
Intellectual masturbation with
Premature ejaculation
I'm comin' cleaner than vaccinations
My fascination with character
Assassination, got these niggas
Burnin' like sensation
We keep it hot like matches
And on lock like latches
Wack emcees get they microphones
Snatched like Lee patches so you go
To every wack muthafucka that you know
(Scram) my lyrics they get up in
Your jeans like Parasucos
So there's no mystery about the father
Niggas is hot and bothered
Like the bitches that they are
Takin' pictures with stars and got 'em open
But after they little hopes
And dreams get broken me and Hi Tek
We live long and prosper like Vulcans
Think I'm jokin'? We both got sons
We make cream and break dreams
See through the fake schemes
Wipin' your slate clean like a squeegee
We be lightin' shit up like phosphorus
Turnin' flamboyant niggas anonymous
Depressin' to optimist
You stoppin' us is preposterous
Like an androgynous misogynist
You pickin' the wrong time
Steppin' to me when I'm in
My prime like Optimus
Transformin', from rookie of the
Year to veteran hip-hop is big business like
Con Edison or medicine
But fuck it, they gonna let us in
Or else we rush the door
I got too many reasons
Save your 'whys' and 'what fors'
This is twice in a lifetime
So I'm lettin' you know (let 'em know yo)
Black Star, Wordsorth, Punchline and Jane Doe
(yo) lyrical compete and we emcee
We got the fortified five
Exhibit level degree
Check it i keep dough in my pocket while
You follow the false prophet
Get deep like Islamics wrapped
In a white garment
I touch topics that try to
Open up your optics vacate in the tropics
You dodgin' bullets in the projects
Cut the nonsense
I'm hotter than a lot of men
Start honorin', got more wifeys than Solomon
Fuck the squad you in, ayo
We be the bid domb
Regardless what I spit on
You worse with the tracks I shit on
Once you get on, it's fair you can't trust
(Yes) words & Punch
Make rappers march like the third month
I build with friends, lyrically spit gems
Call me Diamond
Cause I'm your girl's best friend
Emcees are born losers, alcoholic abusers
I'll go on the radio and start a gay rumor
And then I'll talk about how the
Crowd tried to boo ya label shoot ya
Stressed out with brain tumors
My gat claps, 50% of the wack
Take it back to real rap
Krylons wit' the fat cap
Get robbed for your ASCAP, leave you inside
Fortified live, reppin' NY 'til I die
Black body radiation situation that
We workin' wit' my verb exists enlisted by
The bogeys campin' services
The purpose is, make you
Go and purchase this, no nervousness
We are, hot like black tar
Black Star with emergerence
Superlative, you fabricated like
The word "absurditive"
I'm rockin' this from here to
Where the Persians live
From Brooklyn where the merchants live
Next door to the murderers
And bourbon is a elder
Man's medicinal alternative
My memory is furnished with back streets
To back seats to fat Jeeps
Legendary athletes who played by
The trash heap my crew wasn't that deep
But beef we didn't act sweet
Treadin' on these stompin' grounds
You better catch some black feet
Flashy, it was between DeKalb and Pulasky
Off the meter like an out of borough taxi
They run your pockets fastly
Black and nasty, nappy and crafty
That's why they're either sittin'
In Clinton or Coxsackie
Mayor Rudolph can screw off
You too soft to stop us
You and your coppers should
See some foot doctors
Got your bird chest popped up
But keep your guns cocked up
'Cause all them cats that you knocked up
Ain't always gon' be locked up
Hot stuff like Donna Summer
Another number one-r
Comin' from the underground
This is how it's comin' down
Baby let me run it down: Mos Def, Talib
Kweli, Jane Doe, Punch, Word (ahem) E!
Excuse me, just ate another emcee
Sometimes that's just how it be
Partner wash you down with green
Tea and some lime
We like the five on the fist
Fortified organized like this!