Slum Village - 1, 2 lyrics

Ay yo, wind up on the Today Show
Nightly News Tom Brokaw
Broke off and then KO'd
Lay low, stay where they may blow the yayo
Like Jimi Hendrix in his afro singing Hey Joe
So real, verse me quoting to show skill
You hoes will go to the first
Thing that smokin' on four wheels
What's that? As far as bars
You wouldn't bust back
To me your raps proves your thinking
Cap is just a dunce hat

Yeah all that (uh, uh, uh)
I grab my whole sack when I rap
Sudden impact, sorta like Daddy Kane
Ain't No Half Steppin' mane
Ain't a new jack swang
Where my crown at, It's
Like please, Lord please
Let me kill these MC's
I be walking on their nuts
Like doormats, ain't no cops to assist
Ain't no cuffs to the wrists
I'm a bad son of a bitch!

1 2, I tell a wack nigga (GO)
That's how we do it, put it down like that
Yeah, yeah, I tell a wack nigga (GO)
That's how we do it put it down like that
Yeah, yeah, I tell a fake hater (GO)
That's how we do it put it down like that
Yeah, yeah, I tell a wack nigga (GO)
That's how we do it put it down like that

Come through, and mic check one wuh-one two
To stun you dumb crews to undo my spun screw
Oh, no, bring acid to an Average Joe Schmo
By my go-go gadget polo jacket fashion logo
Oh here's a boss
Beneath my mattress is a Nina Ross
To break a man that's faker then
Shaking hands with his fingers crossed
Wink wink
Here's a sneak peek of my ink streak
That skeet skeet on your forehead
Chin and chick's cheek

Let's say, I'm a sick nigga
Black born leader, gut beater, paper getter
Yeah dog, it's too late when you see it
I already did it I did done
It when you seen it
Fo' sho', and what I said what I mean is
Get the senoritas, get em' drunk off tequilas
So gone, I'm large not centimetres
Sex game crazy, had em' saying "Oh Jesus!"


(SWITCH FLOWS) when I hit it up, yup yes yes
Put a bullet up, to his chest vest
Gotta broke out when it go through ya
It'll be sure to leave lots of mess mess
This rap shit's a hobby
Gotta whole coast many mami's
Better also, gotta also
Got an arsenal many armies
You fake fucks will never harm me
I'm reminiscent of a kamikaze
Get off for that last flow You need
To put it in the garbage
I switched it up then did it up
Then fillin' up til' you get enough
Then give it up, you feelin us (let's go)

Livin' through pitiful critics who cynical
Send a few criminal clips with serial numbers
Bust a slug, and budge
Your blood, like women
Through any new menstrual
Cycle, I go psycho, my flow stifle
Rise a eyeful
Insightful? You write slight bull
And need your stripes pulled
You dead at the end
See never again will you competitors win
I sever the head of a veteran
Said to be better than lettering
Spread from my pen
Hardcore, to make you brothers act fools
When I tend to rip you, like
Chip Fu-Shnick when the track move
And we out