No More Music By The Suckas

[Intro] Yeah, we garantee you ! No more music by the suckas ! [Verse 1: B.V.] Young intelligent brotha gangsta demeanor The game done changed dog and tell me have you seen her I'm used to brothas gettin fluent with the pen and pad Not niggas talkin bout what they shoulda coulda woulda had So homie watch my flow and yea I dabble in it I'm puttin words all together like ima scrabble winna These suckas dead on the track yea they cadavas Nigga abracadabra now these wack cats are no contender These rap cats in the game sweet I call 'em splenda I'm the realest nigga you ever know, no pretender So if you ask me the game need a renovation So we ain't gotta hear they wack lines on every station Yo they be like who that is, it's B.v. the god rippin on that whoo kid shit Ima new breed of emcee on a M-I-C on stand by the resurrected game from D-I-E So if you answer back homie yo just think twice Cuz fuckin with the guys like blasphemy just no christ But if ya'll do decide to step up yo homie bring your A game Spittin lyrical zombies rhymes eatin through they brains [Hook] No more music by the suckas (Yea Yea Yea) If you want it, got it for ya (Yea Yea Yea) No I don't wanna be the one to tell ya (tell ya) If you ain't one of us, it's a failure (failure) No more music by the suckas [Verse 2: Oobergeek] Ay good morning and good night We lickin em up and puttin em back to sleep Cuz they been actin like they got sleep apnea up on they beats But it ain't their fault, sure I didn't have ain't come quick enough And in order for hop to be hip enough is gon' take these three niggas to come and lift it up, easy Without a damn bone without a dance song I know you can't trust me white man but believe me Slave ship comin I think ima hide You can save them slave deals for them Amistads I'm hungry like twenty nine ramadan Ain't nothin like bein with family in a ryhme-a-thon Lookin at the time it says mine oh nine Which means I'm comin to invade you like Columbine Hi, hello, didddat, exit Couple more thidddats because the stanky leg was flexin My words my words I know they quite vexin But I know they more annoyin than freestylin while textin Geez, Capiche, but before you capiche, at ease And plant your allegiance to the double 0 You wanna get up on this track nigga double no (rookie) [Hook] [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Motherfuck the P.D, smile at me when they see me But they won't play my CD's even though they know it sold a milli Really cause they greedy feeding shit on radio and T.V See, I'm surprised there never been a kill P.D. spree N9ne's trippin' yes I'm bitchin' when they act like I ain't rippin' Rhyme spittin' I'm line stickin' like I designed diction And this is my mission when I'm in they eyes Vision Minds quicken entire ripsman of this on the grind strippin' The crime thickens when record executives sign fiction Align this with his and his fizzles and mind sickens Rewind this and give it to whomeva's behind listenin' And try an fix 'em meticulousness with this N9ne grippin' No more music by the suckas, word from Chuck D BDS will see me yet rotation will bust free From media to 'mediately dissin' like fuck me But when Weezy got with speedy Tech, the Nina's a must see Thanks, Weezy it ain't easy to slang CD's and make a bank When blank PD's spin it but it ain't meaty And the DJ's they be puppets for the mothafuckas I'm sure they had it nothin' like us, they want no more music by the suckas [Hook]