Clientele

**The lines in () are a sample from Nas** [Intro] (The mic is contacted I attract clientele) (The mic is contacted I attract clientele) (The mic is contacted I attract clientele) (The mic is contacted I attract clientele) (The mic is contacted I attract clientele) (The mic is contacted I attract clientele) (The mic is contacted I attract clientele) What's up my niggas? (The mic is contacted I attract clientele) How y'all feelin? (The mic is contacted I attract clientele) Check it out Yo (The mic is contacted I attract clientele) [Verse 1] Yo Niggas need ta quit it actin' like they betta Before I wear em out like a fitta wit a matchin sweater Plus I'm wantin shoes, I'm runnin through cools wit cheddar Makin em crack like leatha unda tha rainy weather Y'all best ta get it together before you step into Dirty's domain This cold game got you switchin identities and code names I went from enough ta mo game, growin like rogaine Keepin my face posted up in dope frames I throw flames then I tame em like a fireman And put a grip on this industry like supplies can Y'all don't understand I'm a wiser man wit a hot hand That'll drop and permantally put you on a Kaizer plan Stretch you out in a stretcher for thinkin why me I'm thinkin why these why me didn't know where tha poison is like IV It's drive ta handle hands like Allan Ivry Hand in tha B-ball's, even though tha odds be ivory I'm lethal, I put holes in all types of people ]From asian ta caucasian, I'm dazin em wit no sequel No one is equal ta tha 3, that's a pity Just stay on your matress packs and watch us on Rap City [Hook] Ice man spit gold, bullets, and diamond shells (The mic is contacted I attract clentele) Contagous tha MC, ill it in sickle-cell (The mic is contacted I attract clentele) Pronoun'll lock it down so MC's can't post bail (The mic is contacted I attract clentele) Dirty pop rounds and stomp grounds where lions dwell (The mic is contacted I attract clentele) [Verse 2] Yo What? I'm an assasin blastin, brothas talkin out they ass And flashin a .45 colt to yo throat, leave in yo casket Rockin mo ice aspen, diamonds tha size of asprins Walk wit a Dirty limp, I talk wit tha Dirty accent Way my rhymes a touch ya like sexual harrasement 50 percent violation and 50 percent on cashmen Faster than Nascar, pull like a tow guard I flow hard, chargin by tha minute like a phone card Disquinshed gentlemen, sweatin brothas like penaltints Smokin middle tin, blackin mouths, clockin benjamins Rockin timbalands, lockin down tha dirty premesises Cake time is unlimited, from championships ta scrimages So fly, we defy tha laws of gravity Anatomy of a king so u can crown me like cavity Nigga that's Pronoun, Dirty Unit historical I answer to nobody, keep questions rhetorical Wit mo action, whippin ass like Joe Jackson If you see it contain jus, remain tha future attraction Main event offense, you can't contain tha prevent Concrete for a line of defense that's hard as cement [Hook] Ice man spit gold, bullets, and diamond shells (The mic is contacted I attract clentele) Contagous tha MC, ill it in sickle-cell (The mic is contacted I attract clentele) Pronoun'll lock it down so MC's can't post bail (The mic is contacted I attract clentele) Dirty pop rounds and stomp grounds where lions dwell (The mic is contacted I attract clentele) [Verse 3] I rip tha mic wit tha force of a black hole on a intergaltic plateau Tha rhymin weapon, spittin faster than bullet shadows I smack clones, divorcin my thoughts wit cracked bones And when I rhyme I give more lines than tapped phones Damage ya beach, burnin tracks wit flamable speech Tha rappin atangable beast with animal teeth Battlin me is like goin to hell askin for heat Cause I'm rougha than leatha and tougha than african feet Walkin these scandolous streets like an evangelist priest Keepin it heated like Cool J and Canibus beef I rip your vocal cords, put a body in every morgue Wit heavy metaphors hittin harda than every George I hurt you perpatrators wit fire ta burn you hatas I'm bigga than Pun, wit more guns than a terminator Tha astronaut, spittin more watts than a Magnavox Wit more data in my memory bank than a Macintosh I'm so ill I could take a bath in hot lava And not even botha ta break a sweat, you facin death Goin against Dirty Unit, Sway and Tech, tha world famous Colaboration break your necks [Hook] Ice man spit gold, bullets, and diamond shells (The mic is contacted I attract clentele) Contagous tha MC, ill it in sickle-cell (The mic is contacted I attract clentele) Pronoun'll lock it down so MC's can't post bail (The mic is contacted I attract clentele) Dirty pop rounds and stomp grounds where lions dwell (The mic is contacted I attract clentele)