DJ Kay Slay, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah - See the Light lyrics

More Than Just a DJ, hip hop ain't dead
Some of you niggas ears is just fucked up
AZ, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah

I will take my time in the bushes, right
Pay the people no mind like I'm crooked
Right
Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right
He on the floor, tell his grams, yo
I see the light
I will take my time in the bushes, right
Pay the people no mind like I'm crooked
Right
Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right
He on the floor, tell his grams, yo
I see the light

You know the rhetoric, top tier predicate
Stare, so whatever, shit, nigga
I'm a delicate do it for the hell of it
Brooklyn is the heritage
Home of the thoroughest
Fully autos never miss
Call me the mellowest, murdering, verbalist
Ride through the turbulence
With la on the purple scent
G posture, bum rocker, gun cocker
Without the skully, I'm gully, sonny
A young Hoffa come papa, a kid left stunting
Homicide is nothing, I'm EF hutton
Graze, gutter the grunting
Days slayed are slumping
Twin K's, either way, compadres is dumping
Cuffed up, or something
The buck of C's and bumping
This Drama King thing
While you ding-a-lings is munching
Rae, Ghost & A, Street Sweepers'll slay
BK, Staten Island, Manhattan, but hey

I will take my time in the bushes, right
Pay the people no mind like I'm crooked
Right
Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right
He on the floor, tell his grams, yo
I see the light
I will take my time in the bushes, right
Pay the people no mind like I'm crooked
Right
Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right
He on the floor, tell his grams, yo
I see the light

Straight out the bushes, yo
From Lefrac to Bushwick
Blowing kush, catch him in buildings
Sting him like cushion high powered eagles
Circulate through spots like needles
Bumping and grinding, and jetting the diesel
E-classes, feeding the masses
So much hash on my land
I had to power down and cop three tractors
Living luxurious, glorious
Super deluxe hustlers
This is why we stay notorious
The emperor, call me a kings mentor
Spent off the real
Money's real estate, now repent war
Crime, taxes and axes and bulletproof pens
I'm bout to get an ice glove like M jackson
Alpine, gooseneck systems, Calv Klein
Build blast '88 niggas who kill fast
I represent the planet of real masters
Park Hillian flashers
Kill you for the will or to build action

I will take my time in the bushes, right
Pay the people no mind like I'm crooked
Right
Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right
He on the floor, tell his grams, yo
I see the light
I will take my time in the bushes, right
Pay the people no mind like I'm crooked
Right
Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right
He on the floor, tell his grams, yo
I see the light

Take me to paralyze her, drag him to Carolina
If he don't talk
Stuff his mouth with the pacifier
Put his brains on his cali'
Make him feel the fire flame broil his lips
Guns is lows for the appetizer
Honey roast his nuts, throat cut
Leave that faggot dick like a broke dutch
Look like he woke up, bang him a cal
Hanging him now
These semi autos almost took off
Half of his head, yo, this is Staten Island
Stay smiling, cake piling
Watching our glucose
Repping forty's and brown bags
Dipping from blue coats
Catch the G-Unit on a new boat
Flicking it up
With new ropes, choppers banging
Banging new Ghost applying the pressure
I bet you the K and the A will stretch ya
Leave your host, something holy like Mecca
This is real talk, blood sport
Battery action
Mixed with rat poison, you punk faggots hurt
Hand me your fucking package

I will take my time in the bushes, right
Pay the people no mind like I'm crooked
Right
Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right
He on the floor, tell his grams, yo
I see the light
I will take my time in the bushes, right
Pay the people no mind like I'm crooked
Right
Shoot a nigga on down, do him something right
He on the floor, tell his grams, yo
I see the light