DJ Unknown, DJ Mekalek, Punchline, Mike Zoot, Al Shid - Real Hip Hop lyrics
[DJ Unknown, DJ Mekalek, Punchline, Mike Zoot, Al Shid - Real Hip Hop lyrics]
(yeah) yeah (Like what?) , yo (Uh
Punchline) You are now tuned in
(To who?) to Punchline (yeah punch
AKA Chris Sabian) I’ll blow
Minds and spit rhymes, hit dimes yeah
(Big up my man DJ Mek) it’s like this
(Wordsworth, holler) check it (yeah) , yo
Uh
When I spit, the world stops you all watch
I’ma still be on top when
You all drop it’s on
Lock no rapper in the game could
Stop me i got a
Twenty-inch dick that’s why my attitude cocky
You’re not me, so do you i’ll blaze crews
I’ll destroy the nobodies and the who’s whos
I’ll make moves, and, like Jesús
You all praise me i’ll pregnate your girl
But she’s saying it’s your baby
It’s crazy that night
Your chick was feeling me don’t be
Surprised if your child got
Great rhyming ability
No one’s as ill as me don’t forget it
My lyrics’ll change the world
Like September 11th
‘Til the death, I’ll rep it
And don’t none of y’all want it in battles
I got y’all calling for reinforcements
I get cash endorsements for
Sixteen bar verses
You’re all worthless apply pressure
You get nervous
I’m cold hearted when I spit, it gets frigid
I’ll mail you a battery with anthrax in it
Either the envelope or the rhyme’ll kill you
When I’m done
You’ll be sipping on herbs to heal you
No one else can pimp it the way I do i’ll get
Brains from chicks with low IQs
Paid my dues and then some enter my zone
Welcome to the world of Punch and Unknown
Where you get hot joints and
The rhymes are tight and I just made these
Motherfuckers up last night
My thugs ride to it, my backpackers bop to it
No one else could do it like I do it
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
"Now tell me, won't this fucking verse right
Here" - Sample from
Starang Wonduh on OGC - "No Fear"
"Turn a wack rapper’s day into
His worst nightmare" -
Sample from Starang Wonduh on OGC - "No Fear"
"Now tell me, won't this fucking verse right
Here" - Sample from
Starang Wonduh on OGC - "No Fear"
"Turn a wack rapper’s day into
His worst nightmare" -
Sample from Starang Wonduh on OGC - "No Fear"
Big mouths get asses and shit
They can’t get out of
Dead with your chick and your
Hand in the shower like
"Who done it?" Rhyme thirsty
On an empty stomach
Hurl my insides outside smell
Like somebody died here
A long time overdue, so now we do it over
Hardly ever slow
But chips on shoulders of soldier
Pipes filled with pressure soon bust
Blow out the solar high life
We’ll live a lil’ lower with pistola we’ll
Travel rapper fool, feel the pavement
With my chick to the place, need kicks
To pay the cable
And light bill mix speed, trees, and Nyquil
Woke up Tuesday morning
Thinking it’s Friday night still
Same spot, don’t remember nothing how I
Got here, who this bitch on my cock
She looking aight still
Like a two dollar bill, yes, quite real
Almost to a fault, bring this shit to a halt
Got a style I don’t know
What it’s called classic time
Capsule out the vault before the ball is malt
Before Suge got locked up or Bow Wow flowed
The second coming of I don’t know what
But it’s something
Yo, yo, we got bitches fighting over us
Writing letters on some
"Yes, no, maybe" Check a box
But they won’t go with us
The whole crew "Who you? He
Ain’t grow up with us"
Password, check, set, sign please show it up
(Alright, that’s that son
And brother) Alright, that’s son and brother
Nigga, I’m damn near your father
Say "hello" to your mother
I was trying to feed the
Huge stem like Sally Struthers, so for
Your nine ninety-nine
My whole track’ll stay alive another
Month six top, six bottom fronts all
Crooked no-lunch hungry and I look it
Dressed bummy smell it i’m
‘bout money you could
Taste it and hear how wasted the kid is
Your ribbons yo, brethren, where the shit is?
Niggas, get your chicken up bitches
Scrub your fishes
Reroll spliffs, open fix, and hit this
Listen first, love, memorize, and kick this
"I'm not the one, not the two
Not the three" - Sample from
"And fucking with my time not for you
Not for me" - Sample from
Niggas is quick to start
Want to spit their darts
One verse, dumb, thirsty, get ripped apart
Want to rift? I don’t even need
A fifth to spark i’ll have
You niggas like Pun, taking shit to heart
If you’re smart
You’ll be the fuck off of the set
‘Cause you little soldiers is way
Too soft for the vets
I’ll send my young guns they’re leather
Let them numb slug fly
We squeeze, speak at y’all knees
Like you some dumb guy, so
In a lump sum, nigga, tell one lung "bye"
Along with your kidneys and spleen
My niggas is mean
Can’t be seen in the booth nigga
Shid’s the truth
Flawless on foul lines like Abdul-Rauf
You lose a tooth for bar-biting, lose a tooth
Then droop when we start fighting
Once my squad striking
All you do is get deaths and complain if I
Approach, all you’re getting off your
Chest is your chain, nigga
(It’s like that) It’s like that (Peace) yeah
Nigga that DJ Mek shit (Unknown, what’s up
Baby? yeah still holding it down)
Punchline) You are now tuned in
(To who?) to Punchline (yeah punch
AKA Chris Sabian) I’ll blow
Minds and spit rhymes, hit dimes yeah
(Big up my man DJ Mek) it’s like this
(Wordsworth, holler) check it (yeah) , yo
Uh
When I spit, the world stops you all watch
I’ma still be on top when
You all drop it’s on
Lock no rapper in the game could
Stop me i got a
Twenty-inch dick that’s why my attitude cocky
You’re not me, so do you i’ll blaze crews
I’ll destroy the nobodies and the who’s whos
I’ll make moves, and, like Jesús
You all praise me i’ll pregnate your girl
But she’s saying it’s your baby
It’s crazy that night
Your chick was feeling me don’t be
Surprised if your child got
Great rhyming ability
No one’s as ill as me don’t forget it
My lyrics’ll change the world
Like September 11th
‘Til the death, I’ll rep it
And don’t none of y’all want it in battles
I got y’all calling for reinforcements
I get cash endorsements for
Sixteen bar verses
You’re all worthless apply pressure
You get nervous
I’m cold hearted when I spit, it gets frigid
I’ll mail you a battery with anthrax in it
Either the envelope or the rhyme’ll kill you
When I’m done
You’ll be sipping on herbs to heal you
No one else can pimp it the way I do i’ll get
Brains from chicks with low IQs
Paid my dues and then some enter my zone
Welcome to the world of Punch and Unknown
Where you get hot joints and
The rhymes are tight and I just made these
Motherfuckers up last night
My thugs ride to it, my backpackers bop to it
No one else could do it like I do it
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
"Now tell me, won't this fucking verse right
Here" - Sample from
Starang Wonduh on OGC - "No Fear"
"Turn a wack rapper’s day into
His worst nightmare" -
Sample from Starang Wonduh on OGC - "No Fear"
"Now tell me, won't this fucking verse right
Here" - Sample from
Starang Wonduh on OGC - "No Fear"
"Turn a wack rapper’s day into
His worst nightmare" -
Sample from Starang Wonduh on OGC - "No Fear"
Big mouths get asses and shit
They can’t get out of
Dead with your chick and your
Hand in the shower like
"Who done it?" Rhyme thirsty
On an empty stomach
Hurl my insides outside smell
Like somebody died here
A long time overdue, so now we do it over
Hardly ever slow
But chips on shoulders of soldier
Pipes filled with pressure soon bust
Blow out the solar high life
We’ll live a lil’ lower with pistola we’ll
Travel rapper fool, feel the pavement
With my chick to the place, need kicks
To pay the cable
And light bill mix speed, trees, and Nyquil
Woke up Tuesday morning
Thinking it’s Friday night still
Same spot, don’t remember nothing how I
Got here, who this bitch on my cock
She looking aight still
Like a two dollar bill, yes, quite real
Almost to a fault, bring this shit to a halt
Got a style I don’t know
What it’s called classic time
Capsule out the vault before the ball is malt
Before Suge got locked up or Bow Wow flowed
The second coming of I don’t know what
But it’s something
Yo, yo, we got bitches fighting over us
Writing letters on some
"Yes, no, maybe" Check a box
But they won’t go with us
The whole crew "Who you? He
Ain’t grow up with us"
Password, check, set, sign please show it up
(Alright, that’s that son
And brother) Alright, that’s son and brother
Nigga, I’m damn near your father
Say "hello" to your mother
I was trying to feed the
Huge stem like Sally Struthers, so for
Your nine ninety-nine
My whole track’ll stay alive another
Month six top, six bottom fronts all
Crooked no-lunch hungry and I look it
Dressed bummy smell it i’m
‘bout money you could
Taste it and hear how wasted the kid is
Your ribbons yo, brethren, where the shit is?
Niggas, get your chicken up bitches
Scrub your fishes
Reroll spliffs, open fix, and hit this
Listen first, love, memorize, and kick this
"I'm not the one, not the two
Not the three" - Sample from
"And fucking with my time not for you
Not for me" - Sample from
Niggas is quick to start
Want to spit their darts
One verse, dumb, thirsty, get ripped apart
Want to rift? I don’t even need
A fifth to spark i’ll have
You niggas like Pun, taking shit to heart
If you’re smart
You’ll be the fuck off of the set
‘Cause you little soldiers is way
Too soft for the vets
I’ll send my young guns they’re leather
Let them numb slug fly
We squeeze, speak at y’all knees
Like you some dumb guy, so
In a lump sum, nigga, tell one lung "bye"
Along with your kidneys and spleen
My niggas is mean
Can’t be seen in the booth nigga
Shid’s the truth
Flawless on foul lines like Abdul-Rauf
You lose a tooth for bar-biting, lose a tooth
Then droop when we start fighting
Once my squad striking
All you do is get deaths and complain if I
Approach, all you’re getting off your
Chest is your chain, nigga
(It’s like that) It’s like that (Peace) yeah
Nigga that DJ Mek shit (Unknown, what’s up
Baby? yeah still holding it down)