“It’s a must that I bust any mic you’re hand to me,
It’s inherited, it’s runs in the family
I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull’s back,
If that don’t slow ’em up, I carry a full pack.
Now I don’t want to have to let off, you should of kept off
You didn’t keep the stage warm, step off!
Ladies and gentleman, you’re about to see
A pasttime hobby about to be
Take it to the maximum, I can’t relax see, i’m
Hype as a hyperchrondriac ’cause the rap be one-
Hell of a antidote, something you can’t smoke
More than dope, you’re trying to move away but you can’t, you’re broke
More than cracked up, you should have backed up
For those who act up need to be more than smacked up
Any entertainer, I got a torture chamber
One on one and I’m the remainder!
So close your eyes and hold your breath,
And I’m a hit’cha wit the blow of death
Before you go, you’ll remember you seen
The fiend of a microphone, I’m the microphone fiend”
“KRS-One, Buckshot, we back again
Time for you rappers to take off the mask again
From one to ten, we pass the ten
Bumpin Dead Prez ’cause I’m an African
I’m Naughty by Nature, raunchy by nature
Forty by nature, y’all corny by nature
Meaning, all of y’all naturally whack
And I’m naturally dope like coke before crack
Oh really? I’m more like the weed in this rap
And these new jacks are more like the seeds in this rap
I don’t need to react, I don’t even need to reach for the gat
I can see how you speak and you act
You’ll be layin in the ground in five days
If this was the 1700’s, you’d be my slave
If this was 10,000 B.C., you’d be livin in my cave
I’m bringin new meaning to the term “I’m saved”
I’m like a mountain man, unshaved
Walk through ice and fire unscathed
I’m livin proof that you get better with your age
Hip-hop’s a journal, I’m turnin the page”
“Always I’m in some shit, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to niggaz shock me
I see niggaz bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears
fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for years
I’ve been used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to follow me
Placin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed
I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his chest that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero
Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would place
where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murderin, made him wanna be a plain gun
But yo I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on
I make myself jam right in my owner’s hand”
“Beef is not what Jay said to Nas
Beef is when workin’ niggas can’t find jobs
So they tryna find niggas to rob
Tryna find bigger guns so they can finish the job
Beef is when the crack kids can’t find moms
Cause they end up inna PINE box or locked behind bars
Beef ain’t the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don’t come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is callin’ you “defendant”
Beef, it comes with a long jail sentence
Handed down to you in a few short minutes
Beef is when your girl come through for a visit
Talkin’ bout “I’m pregnant by some other nigga”
Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit
Need a loan for your home and you’re too broke to get it
And all your little kids is doin is gettin’ bigger
You tryin not to raise ’em around these wild niggas”
“I be hatin sucka MC’s, and the sucka niggas
Posing like they hard when we know they damn card
what you figure, rhyme-wise, I do the figure eight
So concisely, musically we are the herb so sit back
and light me, inhale, My style is kinda fat reminescent of a whale
Young girls desires for the females dreams
I be the Abstract Poetic representin from Queens”
“Why dont you listen and learn
Love mean happiness… that once was strong
But due to society… even thats turned wrong
Times have changed… and its cool to look bummy
And be a dumb dummy and disrespect your mummy
Have you forgotten… who put you on this earth?
Who brought you up right… and who loved you since your birth?
Reward is a brainwashed kid goin wild
Young little girls already have a child
Bad company… hey, now youve been framed
Your parents are hurting… hurting and ashamed
Youre ruining yourself… and your mommy cant cope
Hey, little kids dont follow these dopes
Heres a rule for the non cool… your life, dont drool
Dont be a fool like those that dont go to school
Get ahead… and accomplish things
Youll see the wonder and the joy life brings
Dont admire thieves… hey they dont admire you
Their times limited, hardrocks too
So listen, be strong, scream whoopee-doo
Go for yours, cause dreams come true
And youll make your mommy proud… so proud of you too
And this is a message… that the ruler rick threw
And its true”
“Our lifestyles be close captioned
addicted to fatal attractions
Pictures of actions be played back
in the midst of mashin’
No fairy tales for this young black male
Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin’ and heart be a nigga culture
or the repercutions while bustin’ on backstabbin’ vultures
Sellin’ my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin’ I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why shed tears? Save your sympathy
My childhood years were spent buryin’ my peers in the cemetary
Here’s a message to the newborns, waitin’ to breathe
If you believe then you can achieve
Just look at me
Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on
Livin’ in the projects, broke with no lights on
To all the seeds that follow me
protect your essence
Born with less, but you still precious
Just smile for me now”
“I wish I would’ve studied abroad
Well I studied a broad and she studied me back
And my course was hard
That was that, this is this, listen up
Cause all them sayings is
If 30’s the new 20
30’s the new 20 for them wheels as well
They looking for the mic or some pills to sell
While the girls are steady graduating
Nigga’s standing on the corner hating, debating
Well should I get the new J’s or the Kobe’s
And they rollin so they wide awake for four days
Ha, I’m a G-entleman, let’s get re-aquainted
I am Andre Benjamin”
“Rarely out my element, barely out the ghetto with one foot out and one foot in, intelligent as fellas get, Listen lets settle this, be clear I could fall back 7 years, Still it aint no one ahead of me.”