Dick Head Tracy

[Intro: DJ Scene] We're gonna start this thing off right My man One.Be.Lo, DJ Scene on the mix And this is the official mix CD, "S.T.I.L.L.B.O.R.N." For the brand new album "S.O.N.O.G.R.A.M." which is in stores right now Make sure you go pick it up FatBeats.com, SubterraneousRecords.com Shouts out to Boom Bap Project, take one Let's go! [One.Be.Lo] The life of a gangsta, danger Known to bust Glocks, rush spots underworld, nuttin major Been to the pen, I was in it for the paper Stick 'em up, try to get with us get sprayed up Came up hustlin, I'm comin to your city smugglin Dopeheads lovin it, Feds buggin it Don't say it twice, peep my latest heist Most wanted, skills most flaunted, that's my way of life [Boom Bap Project] Tellin cats all this summer, run the funds through the numbers Accounts on free status; I let my G's have this We got this stored up through the routes and through regions We keep 'em short-changed so they thugs pledge allegiance Run a monopoly, monopolize economy Let's operate it sloppily with quantity over quality Two fuckin riddlers, true to life swindlers The check's in my hand and I'm callin off my ninjas Dick Head Tracy [One.Be.Lo] Tryin to play me Especially when it comes to money things might get ugly Call me every day tryin to make that sale Tall tales, cash advance when all else fails We sell retail, make noise, well When it's time to get paid all I get is voice mails Now I gotta threaten your life and heckle your wife And kidnap your kids just to get the rest of my rights Dick Head Tracy [Boom Bap Project] The well-known bigot I cut a deal with you, knock you out the next minute Thugs in suits and we know when you recouped If my worker bee's happy, I hit them on some smooth shit Street executives through bars substance, sedatives With emphasis on conniving your mentality's prejudices Fuck bein sensitive, I'm clockin when you rockin it It's all signed and sealed in these top secret documents [Hook: One.Be.Lo] + (Boom Bap Project) To all you shady record labels (fuck you, pay me) To all you distribution companies (fuck you, pay me) And all you wack-ass promoters (fuck you, pay me) And if you bootleggin my shit (fuck you, pay me) To all you shady record labels (fuck you, pay me) And all you distribution companies (fuck you, pay me) And all you wack-ass promoters (fuck you, pay me) And if you bootleggin my shit [Boom Bap Project] Dick Head Tracy, I'm one in one-five I'll take that signin bonus on the New Jersey Drive It's, organized crime through the, scope of a rhyme Ex-tortions design for, payin on time Strong arm and side swipe, we scheme for necessity Intricate instances like cats see complexity Blacktops and laptops, discreet with the cameras on We'll laminate a card, read "Welcome to Babylon" Dick Head Tracy [One.Be.Lo] Walk into the room Like everything is cool, room four-thousand-and-eighty Smile fake handshakes, hide they hate Anything to capitalize/capital-I's like sideways H Criminal mindstates increase crime rates, find waistlines Laced with nines, don't waste my time Fake cats waitin in line to take my place, they can't fade me Or make me or break me, they hate me Dick Head Tracy [Boom Bap Project] John Wayne Gacy You beat around the bush cause you scared to come face me Even the arch repeat flaws on complacents And head-crackin video budget to Big Tigga's "Bassment" You want success when you F and suck the minimum And the pendulum shifts through your time space continuum Kareem swarms with the OneManArmada Ingredients for jack moves and the whole enchilada Dick Head Tracy [One.Be.Lo] Street credibility I push weight with more intensity, mostly mentally Moses ministry, all of y'all cats is mortal men to me Who am I is more a mystery, moral victory Normal tendencies for me to form an infantry Swarm your airwaves, sound speed oral symphonies Mass capacities, yo I'm doin this for salaries Fuckin with my dough I fuck up your whole anatomy [Hook: Boom Bap Project] + (One.Be.Lo) All you shady record labels (fuck you, pay me) All the distribution companies (fuck you, pay me) All you wack-ass promoters (fuck you, pay me) If you bootleggin my shit (fuck you, pay me) All you shady record labels (fuck you, pay me) All the distribution companies (fuck you, pay me) All you wack-ass promoters (fuck you, pay me) If you bootleggin my shit [Scratches by DJ Scene] "So for the cake I spit this for you to pay me.." "My money, my my money, my money" "So for the cake I spit this for you to pay me.." "My, money" "No equation" "For real I'm just watchin, watchin my dough.." "Tryin to stop my checks.." "Hell no.." "So for the cake I spit this for you to pay me what you owe me" {*echoes*} ... "So for the cake I spit this for you to pay me what you owe me" [Lo] I'm just curious y'know, I got a question.. aiyyo