Great Elephant

I'm the original, one that niggas be bitin' But fools wanna meet it, exactly what they did it I been wreckin' shit 'fore thousand BC Back in the days, nigga on your TV Back when my nigga King Tee was the coolest When 1580 still had the Mack Attack It was just head fool bustin' on the west I was just like the pinky, now the shit's stinky The Great Elephant is what they call me around the way Cause I be stompin' mothafuckers all day, uh King of the jungle, listen to my roar I be wreckin' shit, keepin' hoochies on the floor They be gettin' hot, but I don't give a damn I be caressin' the mic when I hit jams Thinkin' in mornin' crone 'til I'm thru Cause I'm gonna make it real funky for you Uhh, the walkin' black gaint, with the Desert Eagle But how many niggas can I fit in my regal? Niggas came lift me in my place I live Because of all the funky-ass-shit that I give I got hypocrite-Niggas-Balls hangin' in the back Now go and think I'm hick, go and make it kind of quick Cause I'm on a mission and they know I'm comin' Every time they hear I'm comin' was all fools they start runnin' Fifty thousand troops lookin' like the middle East The shit I have to do, just to get a little piece Cause busters, they wanna be chillin' With that nigga that be callin' the villain Can you blame them? As I direct my boogie ain't water down My boogie be thumpin' and hittin' fools way across town Planners be digible, niggas stay cool Comin' up with fat shit sittin' on Pharaoh's stool As I think into my self but I never talked back As I walk to the shack Everyday that I'm livin' niggas be trippin' Cause all the funky shit that I be givin' It's like, yeah, I'm still here, still at the game I'm makin' that funky shit cause ain't nothin' change Niggas they wanna know what's up, I'm still chillin' Yeah, I'm still the Villain, yeah, I make the killin' I carry my big stick, walk down the block Roll through Compton with my nigga Rocc It's Ren The Mad Scientist bustin' tight-ass raps Cause the nigga gotta make snaps There's too many clowns up on the juke box Too many itty-bitties occupyin' the Rap City So I'mma call Don Corleone with bad news And make niggas enough of that they can't refuse So hold your breath whenever I bust a verse And hold on tight because it gets much worse I set booby traps where ever that I kick it But you can't come and kick it cause niggas might stick it Ain't no warning down niggas on these streets And ain't no warning down rhymes with these beats A mad scientist straight outta CPT That 'don't give a fuck if he can't'-MC