Endangered Species

[sample from movie] No matter what you may say to the contrary No matter what you may say to the contrary If you are guilty of feeding false hopes Procrastination [Intro] Nigga ATP, Smoke Records Brown Hornet, bout to spice you in the head Hip Hop [Pop Da Brown Hornet] Expect to get stepped to, ran through I'm a dog that'll bite you thru the muzzle Eavesdrop on ya huddle, ya standin in the puddle I smell fear, you smell trouble Pop Da Brown is too heavy to juggle The holder of a bolder, plus heavy handed You rap standing, I rhyme outstanding Pick an MC out at random, that help you out Because you by yourself is like a dick in the mouth You suck, I suck-seed, I get high, you get skeed Fuckin with Poppy Da, ya smokin more than just weed I'm about to let you know, you made the wrong decision In this intermission, I dominate with aggressiveness With professionalist, let you know not to many competitors in this Take all competitors Magazines been rave, get extra large But to me you all regulars Once I fits all, ya all about to fall The outcome is rusum, love to battle MC's in a twosome Before I roof 'em, I'll introduce them to a no nonsense Lyrical proof type stee, look up the word MC And see a picture of me, loungin wit a blunt in my mouth Callin shots in your house, layin up in your couch Gettin served like a king, Black Caeser wit the pinkie ring While in the heat, don't sweat a god damn thing Cuz I'm fuller, fresher, stand out from the rest of the pack Like Kris said, "they wick-wick-wack" How they make it this far, without gettin gonged That's right, they name it Hiroshima, but they still gettin bumped And once I start droppin, there's no stoppin Your all time favorites, will soon be forgotten What you digest the way I manifest Make crazy progress over a ten year stretch And I still keep growin, rhymes keep flowin Sometimes I'm writing rhymes without me even knowin Wake up, out my sleep, put down the pad and pen and roll a fat one I'll probably die, O.D. on platinum Plus I'm hot and scorchin, Pat Sajak, gave me the fortune Told me I'm worth more than Steve Austin I laughed and said tell me somethin I don't know Blew out some smoke and disappeared with the dough [Interlude: Smoke] Yo, yo, yo Ya niggas that told me that nigga Brown Hornet is wack That nigga ain't wack, man Come on now, this that shit right here This that shit that got niggas bouncin [Pop Da Brown Hornet] Are you ready? Sorry if ya not I bust they snotbox, let know that Pop Box ain't it decomposed Any stage I rock shows You heard it thru the grapevines from all my ex-hoes That I've been doin this years, thru the sweat blood and tears Smoked about a million blunts, drunk a 100,000 beers Certified hip hop junky, love all my tracks funky Battling is somethin don't take much to pump me It comes naturally, born to be wild I'm the whole comp, you just a comp with no style Tell us to my click, in the way we get down Study our melody, try to copy our sound First I'll let you know it's impossible Fuck around and find yourself in a hospital With casts and twos, be battered and bruised It'll take over your feet to fit in one of my shoes Dunn, dunn, I make the rules that you abide by I'm a fly guy, you just a fly by night MC Your momma warned you not to fuck with me Your hard header, don't listen on a suicidal mission It's too hot inside the kitchen For a potato head rapper like you, not to get burned, come on I told you how to rhyme, it seems you still haven't learned How to master the basics, claim to have flavor But to me it sounds tasteless Hate a wack MC, it's safe to say that I'mma racist Quit the protest against a flimsy muthafucka Tryin to make in this B-I, in it till I D-I-E Like 2Pac and B.I.G., and P-O-P is who I be Nonchalantly destroy your whole infantry Gladiator, lovin GP history On my biz-ack, back slap ya counteract Hit you wit a Shaolin rap, beat the crap out ya, if it come to that Like Bad Boy and No Limit, Smoke Records is in it to win it Since '96 to infinite [Outro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Steppin thru, GP, Brown Hornet Peace to all my niggas, for real June Lova, Rubba to the, yeah, yeah Down Low Recka, yeah, comin My nigga Shy, keep it on the G, GP Forever