Funky Piano

[Intro: Bishop Lamont talking] Yeah. What's up Rev? Haha. Bishop Lamont. This is for them niggas out there The wack niggas...perp-perp-perpetratin'. Bishop drunk again. Hahaha, yeah [Verse 1: Bishop Lamont] Some cool shit for the Bishop's anthology And when I'm done don't expect no apology Stupid motherfuckers shoulda stepped when I warned 'em I'm from the east side of Carson, California I'm just anxious to whoop some ass Wack rappers talkin' shit I'm smackin' you fags Rainbow strip down the side of your whip Lyin' rap magazines how you used to be a Crip Oh what's the word? You fulla shit And you light skinned hairy tricks stay off 'Pac's dick The nerve of niggas There's too many to diss Yeah, murder you niggas but all the rhymes won't fit Backpack niggas up on 5th Street dicks Now they back, wack rappin', claimin' 6-0 Crip (L.A.) You got a problem No problem I'll solve it But my name, motherfucker don't involve it Cause it can get ugly, turn Whoopi, here's The View No sherm but I'm Tookie, put tips on you Magnum .357, knock it I can group the heat Cock the hammer, pop any too big MC West coast, I'm runnin' it holmes I've raised you kids You come out my group home You crazy kids, I got too much ammo So start beef with me and get played like a fuckin' piano [Scratch Hook] "Funky piano" [Verse 2: Crooked I] Do rae mi But I don't sing motherfucker When it come to lyrics I'm the king motherfucker Crooked I's clockin' some cash, rockin' a mask And if you run up I'm glockin' ya ass Put your ugly face under an oxygen mask "Damn who did you like that" is what doctor's will ask Who's the king of the coast? Nigga you not I'm real enough to ghost write for the ghost of 2Pac My brother caught a couple slugs when them dude's shot We shot back and them dude's drop We hit the emergency room, blood drippin' in his tube socks I hit the studio (made a banger for your boom box) Cause that's what me and Rev do best We drop DJ's and MC's and started the new west Another hit for you Sambo's You gay Liberace niggas get played like a fuckin' piano [Scratch Hook] "Funky piano" [Verse 3: Stylztik Jones] Stylztik give you more bars than a Vegas strip I evaded a squad car just to make this shit Fightin' agent to the law like it's Matrix 6 And I'm amazin' by far with a sacred gift From a ancient hood where the hatred is Puttin' dead vagrant bodies in a vacant crib I'm probably playin' Miles Davis Black & Mild blazin' Leave a nigga achin' from the ankles to the cranium It's crazy round here so I act bi-polar Polar bear Express over tracks I ogre Eat ocra, keep doja, teach cultures End a nigga career if he need closure Go dumb on beats like I'm from east Oakland But I'm from the A-1-A, my people stay in motion Motivated with music and I'm so emotionless Flowin', open oceans up just like Moses did I'm appalled, you rappers that say you hard And I clap at you niggas just like it was applause The Fats Domino, Stylez playin' the keys All you fat head niggas wanna play with Steve Rev said he's sick of MC's, I'm the antidote The rest of y'all rappers gettin' played like a fonky piano though [Stylztik talking] Yeah. That's right. Rev you playin' these dudes like Herbie Hancock On the keyboard. But you on them Techniques Cuttin' and scratchin'. You understand. Hahaha