The Original Gangster Of Hip Hop

This record you're about to hear, The Original Gangster of Hip Hop Contains, contains explicit, dirty lyrics like fuck, shit, ass, bitch, your mother's dick, asshole, all that shit. Hit it DMX! Check it out now, to my man KRS One To my all-time brother Scott La Rock, he's in here forever Right about now we gon' get busy like this here Murderer when it comes to a rhyme Homicide, never doing no time Take my lyrics direct, I'm always getting respect I get your girl in my arm, she's sure to get wet Very drippy, then I lick those titties Make her reach her highest peak, then she'll come with me With a splash, then I'll grab an ass And insert my dick, and just stroke fast So pardon my diction, but feel the friction I am the key your body's the ignition So assume the position, but get your back ready When Just Ice started solid and steady To hear my vocab, you might think it's bad If I ever fuck your girl I'm guaranteed to make her glad Slim or chubby, smart or real nutty Sir Vicious Just Ice will make her bloody Make her think it's a prank while we go into the bank Withdraw every dime leave the bitch with a blank Say thanks a lot, give me everything you got Broke with cash but rich from my rock Ingenuity a must, Sir Vicious Just don't think of it as love, it's only lust On the block I'll spot ya, suckers I drop ya Girl I got ya cause my words rock ya When I start a rhyme brothers come in fear Their girl will leave them, come close to hear Sir Vicious Just Ice, they know that I'm fresh Hear my voice on vinyl, then touch me in the flesh All I do is wink, make the girl think Of putting her man right on the brink Submit her feelings to my slightest whim Take her to my dressing room and get busy again I understand why brothers don't like my presence When it comes to a girl, I'm the most pressing It's the truth and facts, with power that's packed Like you're hooked on cracks, nah you ain't jack Shit counterfeiture illegitimate bitch Got a wobble for a walk, a swagger for a switch Imitators of the world know that it's a must To have a body, a brain, a name like the Just If you think that's all I got something left It's my music on legs, what's your name? (DMX) I'm gonna ask you a question, I want a straight answer No jiving and playing, I'm serious as cancer I've met a lot of MC's who are jokers and pranksters (Yes, but you are the Hip Hop Gangster) To switch around the answer bring it right to the top Sir Vicious Just Ice, the gangster of Hip Hop Use a rhyme for a gun, intellect for a bullet My nasty crafty ways will execute it to the fullest Commence to say a rhyme, and suckers will log it The freshest shit you wrote was whole heap of stink garbage Got a witness by my side, the truth to tell You can ask B.I., my brother Shamel Just come to a party watch me raise some hell Coming straight from Brooklyn where the warriors dwell Get my point across well, and keep it together For a sucker MC I'm just plain terror If that's not enough, hold on for a second DMX and KRS is the best I reckon But if you want to save this for a rainy day Hold up that's the fucking part right there... Dis tragic Magic, and throw him away Cause we're not down together as no big fam With the scheme that's mean, it will be a scam Like I'm planning and plotting, so suckers start rotting You're fiending for a break, a music junkie you're nodding I'm an MC instructor, a musical conductor A rapping destructor, put your rhyme in a gutter Where they belong, cause your shit is weak So for all you pussyclots just lick the street I exceed prodigies of the highest degree Plateaus so you know that I'm the epitome Of words and lyrics that oppose and are against The master of the phrase, the king of a sentence Clear as a crystal or hazy like a blur If you don't know my name I think you'd better call me sir Address me with respect, now your feelings are suspicious Precise Just Ice another word for vicious Get up on the mic then I reach my peak Might take four days, or even a week Cause I'm fresh as ice or tender as a kiss You can say Just Ice or say Justice Don't try to revoke the words I spoke You take heed from the wise cause I never choke I will never ever diss you, but it will seem When I say that the end justifies the means To challenge or oppose, no-one really knows Won't laugh at my wrath cause the pain will show Explain my skill, it's one hell of a task All the science goes on but how long can you last I'm the exalted pressing ruler of my empire And with my skills I move a level higher Check your steps be sure you don't front Cause the way that you rhyme you ain't nothing but a puppy punk Gonna do my thing coming straight from the heart And inject my song, leave my trademark Cause I'm a gangster, and you're not You're a sucker, and I rock Wind it up! Bout ya run come call me, but make sure you can pay me Bout ya run come call me, but make sure you can pay me Cause I can't take no grass to fill up mi rass I can't take no loss because I need my Moss ??? We in the jam this is it, peace! Now, you do all that other shit