Three The Hard Way

[Sample of Boogie Down Productions 'Exhibit C']: Ya know, so we wanna clear the air And let you all know what time of day it really is. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! And it goes a lil' somethin' like this... [Verse One] [Wafeek]: And you don't want none of me, I'm endin' the career Of e'ry Barry Bonds wannabe that think he in the clear Like I don't know ya cheatin' I see it from the bleachers And I'm from St. Louis, I seen McGuire do it, stupid Forever the fag for dressin' in drag Actin' all animated like American Dad And rappers reppin' white power like Confederate flags When they be sellin' white powder outta medicine bags I do you one better than that, baking soda and 'caine I got that Ecstasy, I'mma put a hole in your brain You try to compare me to all them swoll back entertainers I'm outta place like an out of shape personal trainer Cause I'm a modern day Gandhi Me and Tay Zonday came in the do' to make it Chocolate Rain on them hoes I'm undeniable, love me or hate me, a true player Your whole crew's the who's who of Who Cares? (And no one gives a fuck) Yeah, you're trapped in the closet You're never comin' out like Joe Budden, ayo what up with niggas? Itchin' to go to prison where there's no women You the definition of a homo thug Them hoes love it [Verse Two] [Finale]: Born along the street when the ? on the beat I storm in, your men begin to retreat On Halloween get a mean case of deja vu And ain't a thang they can say about the way I move If pick one of your dogs out Recordin' if he ain't perform, ? important And when they begin reportin' Sorta feel like I'm Michael Vick in the wrong house Can't stand when good food go in the wrong mouth So when I can't afford the smorgasbord I'mma run up on the table and fix my plate and flip it over Lift my cake and take in that look on they face I'm on a paper chase and they say I'm on pace to break a record Me and your girl were celebratin' early, make 'em hate You can do the Ray J, Screetch, Pam and Tommy Lee Find a freak and make a tape and even then he ain't competin' Need a cape, save a date and watch when I drop an album Power moves [Vandalyzm]: Game Is hotter than the sun Speak my name like the taste of ass on your tongue Who gassin' the son? Try to blast at the one and I speak fast, and leave a heat rash on your duns You don't want drama or beef I promise I'll reach for your throat, snap your neck off with a sigh of relief It's the Mr. Night Gazer Tongue like a light tazer Gun slayed, engrave a nigga's face off with a light saber I'm a saber tooth Lunge in invade your booth Peel your wig back Ingest your brains like you're made of soup Boy I'm sick and ill I need bail, rest and pills I'll pipe your mom and make that bitch foot the doctor bill You faggot niggas cuddled up watchin' Dr. Phil Type to spill during physicals when the doctor feel I know the chain and the medallion and the rocks is real But that don't mean that you can rhyme, you need to stop and chill For real Take your time, just mine that Know a G when you see a G, recognize that And if you undermine that You will catch a size 13, SP, (bing) right where your behind's at, black I'm done talkin', the discussion is dead If you see me when I'm walkin' then I'm offin' your head Yeah, I'm off with a ?, like I'm poppin' the lead I'm the illest in St. Louis nigga fuck what he said Who? Nigga I'm talkin' 'bout you! [Announcer speaking]: Well, that non descript diss was brought to you by Vandalyzm and the proud people who helped make Megatron Majorz. Megatron Majorz givin' your girl just what she needs since 1983. Hot throat massages and facials from 1999. For information, contact us at 314-450-8079