"Thin Line Between Law and Rape"


Ya took me from a place
Where the race didn't matter
And gathered up bodies
Without a choice
So I rather
Pass my opinion/back
Run ya over
With my rack an pinion
Never stop the engine
For watcha fathers did do the indian
North & south
Plus the Carribbean

I got a vendetta
Cause I know better
Better black than a stereotype white
No cash flow wit out work
Talkin bout the past
You busted our past
You busted our ass
Now you afraid cause I never got paid
Now sucka jump
You cant take whatcha want

Chorus
You can't take whatcha want
Cause ya took whatcha want
Cant get away cause we got it on tape
You cant take whatcha want
Cause ya took whatcha want
Thin line between law & rape (scream)

You can't take whatcha want
Dont cha know
We aint got nuttin left
Cause you took the rest
We aint got jazz rock & roll
Rappin the lose
Wit a few fat ladies left singin da blues
Go abracadabra to make
A wish I can mess wit
Wonder why I'm under
Neath a crew I cant get wit
I never knew land was an acquisition
BS from the best man in position
Come again wit dat shit
And set hit like a punk
No, you cant take whatcha want

Chorus 2X

Break

You cant take whatcha want
I open up the trunk
I see your phony ass
Try to counterfeit funk
From land to land

To sea to sea
Allover got the other man
Messin wit me
Took the motherland
Made a slave of my mother and man
Got a good man
Sayin goddamn

...................Long pause

And to hell with
Back in the days
Unless we go way back
To the black ways
Always
Watch your back
If ya crooked dont front
You cant take whatcha want

Chorus 2X

We died on the line
We walk the fine line he talked a good line]

"Death of a Carjacka"


I'm keepin a cool head
Smart and calculated
Tell da skinheads what I said & they hate it
One dumb move they make
A mistake a turnover/going going gone
And its over
Shoulda thought silly rabbit
Those habits'll getcha
Runnin whitcha life
So what some sucker snuck inside a knife
But I'm checkin it out
Back from a far you know
Theyll never know I'm backin up
An jettin to my car

B4 they steal it
Watch me ride an wheel it
Ooh! child here it comes now
I can feel it
Inspiration from the situation
Flowing to what I know an...

This ain't nuttin but another
Headline statistic, two brothers
But one went ballistic
Now I'm chillin beside my ride
Pulled over the side
Five-O ran a check
Now how the hell am I suspect

"I Stand Accused"


I see I'm peeking out ready to rumble
So now I'm speaking out
Against those
That flip the way the story goes
One never knows
Who be flippin the script
Whatever the traitors name
My aim is dunk em like
I'm Chris Webber

So many phony smilin faces
Traces of slander
Got em comin outta funny places
I had it an hear em
Talkin loud behind my back
What was good for the hood
Is what they say is wack
I take the stabbin & grin
When I'm hit
Cause I know the suckas smile
When I leave em
What I'm comin wit

I cant complain about the money
Although the suckas in the back
They talkin shit
An laughin like its somethin funny
I aim to make changes
An never change
Unless its for the better
Cause I always been a go better

Clean hustler
Rhyme instead of muscle ya
Born when ya thinkin I'm gone
The terror era is on...

I stand accused
To the crews
I paid my dues

I stand accused
I refuse
To stand and lose

I stand accused
To the news
I kick da blues
I stand accussed
I refuse

I hear em talkin & walkin
Behind my back I'm attacked
Fuck the knife in the back
Cause it feels like they got an axe

Yeah I can dig it wit a shovel
I never dig dirt wit the devil
Instead I'm on that other level

But I took time to reach down
To help the black & brown

I never stood around
I hear em talkin behind
My mind
In a ocean of sharks
And a back full a hackmarks

They say I'm fallin off
Yeah, they better call it off
& get muscle
& find another hustle quick
Sick n tired of critics
But I can take a hit
I'm all man
Alley oopin the vocal on jams
But they dont know it
They can blow it

& take a puff of dis joint
I see I'm kissin it off the cuff
Behind the back
I'm pullin axes and blades out the arms & the legs
Still my fellas get paid
The terror era is on

Fuck a critic/fuck fuck a critic
All the fuckin critics
Can get the did dit

All a fuckin critic does is
Draw a fuckin line

Cross a line and dis my rhyme
& then they ass is mine

If you find a critic dead
Remember what I said
Who killed a critic
Guess the crew did it

Say paybacks a crazy ass message
Sent to the writers who criticize
They're fuckin wit afreedom fighter

Who raises flags
& dragged the klan in bodybags
I hung em up in Missisippi & bum fuck
This is Chuck so what the hell
You think I did it for
To open doors from Carolina to Arkansas
And lemme let em I met em
I told my boys forget em
An what they did got rid of me
Negative
But 94 got stunts & blunts in da mix
I hear the crowd fallin vic
To old ghetto tricks
But if I wasn't your cousin
Wed leave em in the dozens
Of sellin out & bellin out
Half pint 40 ounce
Announce to the rest
We had a fall out

I never took a drink
Never took a hit or bribe
Or got spread by what a silly
Rumor said
Never sang or gang banged
Sold out or rented hip hop
Cause I know when to stop

"Godd Complexx"


Are you ready?
Uptown, on the corner, uptown
Uptown on the corner, uptown
I turn around and hear the sound of voices talkin bout who's
goin to die next
Cause the white man's got a God complex
Tellin niggas screamin for help (help me, help me, help me, help
me)
Nigga go make your own help
Shit you need it
I turn around and hear the sound of jukeboxes playin in bars
Pimps parked outside in big pretty Flavor Flav cars
Cleaner than a broke dick dog
Sittin in a big fine frog
Dressed very fine and fly in their Calvin Kani
No matter how you flex
Yo Jim
They'll die next
Cause the white man's got a God complex
Uptown on the corner, uptown (X 4)
Hey brother what you sport my man
I got just the thing for you
Only cause you're 10 and 2
What ya gonna do baby
I got black ones
Brown ones
Red ones
Yellow ones
I even got a white one
If you want to buy some
Yeah
That's right
2 5 8 play it straight
Got it all worked out
I know what I'm talkin bout
Yo I been readin my dream books
So I ain't no way the kid is gonna get took
Nigga what you mean
I didn't hit
Nigga
You full of shit
Nigga
Lick the ice (uh)
Now 7
Come on be nice and hit 11
Well what do you know
It's lil Joe
Ey my man
Got twenty dollars eh lil Joe don't blow
Ah baby needs a new pair of shoes
Ah pappas got the funky blues
Ah mamma plays the crosswords in the news
Sorry nigga you lose
The line forms to the rear lady muther fuck your welfare check
Cause the white man's got a God complex
Uptown on the corner (X 4)
Mr. Stein elevating a friend
But is proud to be mine
But you just want to cheat me cause I ain't your kind
Damn
I'm so poor
I don't know what the hell I'ma do anymore
Not from this day to the next
Cause the white man's got a God complex
(vamp out)

"Hitler Day"


Intro
500 years ago one man claimed
To have discovered a new world
Five centuries later we the people
Are forced to celebrate a black holocaust

How can you call a takeover
A discovery

Mass murderer
This side of the planet
Most people take it for granted
502 and still doin
Give a reason I'm hatin
October celebratin
The dead

Of the black the brown and red
Sick an tired
Of bein sick n tired
Dont jump to conclusions
Before I clear the confusion
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I'm talkin bout Columbus

Hit me one

I dont hate nobody
I hate that day
Its as crazy as Hitler day

Hangin heads and snappin necks
Splittin up kin
Makin familys wrecked
Turned this planet to a sewer
Provin to all just a lil grab
Will do ya
Or do us
So my disgust
Got credit from the ones that
Read it
Aint blind to the fact
Of a whack headline
And if you didn't I pay
No mind

That's how I feel
That's how I feel
This iz madd real

But these days
Is crazy as Hitler day

I don't hate nobody

It's impossible to discover a land
When people are already living there

Some thanks for the givin
When times are hard
& some got the nerve to pray to God
Aint about turkey
& cider that gets me sick
It's that take from the indian trick
Lookin pretty grim
When they takin da pill
From the sucker seekin somethin to kill
Now he got a day to celebrate
Aint that a trip
Cause the indians aint got shit

May 31st when it comin it hurts
Remember the dead and it makes me curse
When they dont include 100 million
Of us black folks
That died in the bottom of boats
I can carry on bout the killin till
Dusk & dawn
And war ain't the reason they gone
Fourth of July a fuckin lie
When did we ever
Get a piece of the pie
Gotta whole day comin
Without no pay
Cause a fuckin job
Cant gimme no play
Even had enuff I huff & puff
At brothers sellin the stuff
Takin in washingtons
Lincolns
Not they birthdays
Payback for em makin us slaves

"Autobiography of Mistachuck"


MISTACHUCK

VERSE I
To all the critics*that had me counted out*and to all the cynics*I fought & Thought*they had me figured out*who opened doors on 32 tours*from last year’s GIVE IT UP go’in*back to YOU’RE GONNA GET YOURS*38 countries in the name of hip hop*never stopped*7 Continents*attackin governments*political rhyme practice*I gave cause you lack this*serious sense of time*and world geographics*bring ya brain outside philly*east to west*north to south*if you’re black we can’t all be*Big Willie*and to be judged by a hit*by some counterfeit click*that’s some bell curve shit*cause I’m cool like this*now how I get my swerve on*I keep hittin nerve bombs*relax the saluting arms carry on carry on*my record speaks for itself*never stopped the hip hop*and I never jumped backwards*or kissed myself

Verse II
Can’t win without beginning it*heed the word of the brother*and the voice that got muscles in it*now Im’ma show you a waste*is a terrible thing to mind*rhymes without education*equals butter from the gutter*all this talk about the street*we stay in & playin is a fishtank*created by the hated you thank*you say ho hum*another story to bore me*Maria take a letter*tell Mayor*have a freeknik in Marietta*here comes the halfstepper*hypocrites and advocates*who care*but be crashin like US Air*the last Bohemian but you’ll never see me intoxicated*by bones in drug zones I hate it*one on one black CNN*keep it from bein in the cartoon network*the rhymes can hurt* as well as do work*4th quarter got you lookin for the loot*black race down to the run & shoot*down 50 cents to the cracker*so for all y’all getz blacker

Verse III
I don’t care for Range Rovers*cause to me*the price is too high*and I feel em gettin over*Land Cruisers*Issuzus or new shoes*man dem notes is heavy*that’s why I got a couple Chevies*low budget I am believe me*when I speak it*Limousine ain’t shit unless*they let me keep it*I duck the cakewalk*and all dat talk*about what’s fatter*West coast north south or New York*it don’t matter

"No"


The easiest and the hardest word to say is
NO
Only got two letters
Only takes a second to say it
NO meanin No
NO contest NO stress
NO guessin
NO body guards
NO question

NO comeback stories NO corny
Choruses No glories NO hallelujahs
NO landcruisers NO drug users
NO grins NO trends
NO phony azz friends
Who begin wit ends and end wit NO ends
And NO estrogen
NO gassups NO soups NO lexcoups
NO crackers NO backers NO niggas
For the blackers NO triple teams
NO mainstream dreams
NO stress beams NO accusations
Cop chases or court cases
NO rape charges NO sarges NO DeBarges
NO lightweight bouts, up in the air
Shoot outs and NO sellouts
NO negros with egos NO mo shows
Callin women bitches and hoes
NO thoughtless flows NO woes
NO singin voices NO rolls royces
NO wack choices
NO volunteers getting peers of career
Years
NO solutions NO problems
NO more vinyl revolving
NO happy campers NO offense
NO funk samples
NO suckertash
NO girl I got the cash raps
NO sex traps
NO Rolexes NO unprotected sexes
NO false hopes
NO hand ropes boats NO car notes
NO killers NO vanilla
NO bigger willies NO Wilmas
NO jail time NO fuckin lil kid rhymes
NO studio terrors NO mirrors
Look ma NO spelling errors
NO absent pops, NO sweatshops
NO pork chops
NO justice NO peace NO please please
Please
NO legal freestyles NO willies, NO
McCovey
NO industry rapes, capes NO suits NO
Ties
NO stars NO over paid A&R’s
NO body guards gold teeth
NO east coast, west coast beefs
NO dumb looks, NO one sided books
NO finesse NO mess NO struggle NO
Progress
NO hittin sprees NO HIV NO lies
From NO tv’s
NO contracts NO tracks with NO mechanicals

"Generation Wrekkked"


If I can’t change the people around me
I change the people around me
2x’s

Don’t know was’up
Shit iz jus fucked up
They don’t know what’s next
Generation Wrekked

See I’m hangin in like Sam Sever
To all you Johnny come latelys
Who didn’t recognize how great
Clever some of those rhymes be

Think quick
Been flowin over domes
Mad vocab to silly crabs
Before Metaphors be passin
Your ass like taxi cabs

Hit my toll free number
To hear bombs I dropped
1 800 7654321
you don’t stop

I need my noize like Patrick
& Barkley need rings
Like Griffey gets swings
1st time rhymes played me off like
Sacramento Kings

3-6 for the 9-6 1 move my rhymers
with the times wit no crimes or pantomime
No great pretender spenders

20 years got mad peers leavin tears
in they beers
from the rear old school getting theirs
you getting scared

On&on 3 steps ahead
Hot topics shock in the house
Fulla heads
Getting burned while you
Learn on a hospital bed
Madd kids never checkin for what I said

Jack be quick
Jack be nimble on the brain
I’m stay’n simple
But the sound remains insane

Mad pain no gain getting getto on the table
No stories no fables relax I’m cinemax to
The black
No cable

Round & round here I go
Putting this sound down
But some a y’all got fears & scared to get
Down

If I can’t change the people around me
I change the people around me
2x’s
Some don’t know was’up
Shit iz jus fucked up
They don’t know what’s next
Generation Wreckked

The one who flew over the
Cuckoo’s nest & tested
And wasn’t ever bullet proof vested

Resurrection of the one man vocal section
Spirit in your dark ass direction
For your mind body and soul protection

Reality checks keep it real
Bring in real checks
On & off the road been through
1100 sondtracks

Those influenced under the influence
Getting mad hits from truants
Dazed & confused hangin wit crews
Who livin blues
A million doomed consumers
Who say they know they black
Threw they medallions back
In exchange for 40 dozen six packs
Born under a terrible sign in 1969 comin
Blind
Livin inside hard ass times

Getting kicks offa wack karate flicks
He kills but gots no
Fightin skillz
It’s getting ill
So many funerals

Stylin now its gold plated medallions
I didn’t know under fros
We got so many black Italians

"Niggativity, Do I Dare Disturb The Universe?"


VERSE I
No buddah bliss
Shee musta missed it
Still bangin wit the anger
Kissed a soul sanger
Class of 78 sunset strip
Been outta high
20 years
with 30 somethinish peers
what a trip
never drank beer
with the boyz
but the love we shared
was for the art of noise
make me cough
I’m not a chimney
So you can’t call that shit soft
What turned me off
Swore their breath stunk
Plus/I never got out rhymed by a drunk
Now a style is your hair or something you
Wear who said it’s getting zooted
Till your brains polluted, I ain’t playin
This mainstain stayin rooted
Instead of be’in pimped & then prostituted
Won’t be the last time
Cause it ain’t the first
So do I dare disturb the universe?

VERSE II
No U turn
I pumped up, hittin switchez
But all this talk
Reflect niggas & bitchez(not sure about this line chuck)
Where did that come from
Only the labels
Can explain
But they play dumb
While they take from
I hit em up the rhyme uppercut
Tell me what have they
Done for me lately
But hate me
Attack me might as well be damn Pataki
This hip hops in me
So they can’t stop me
The rhyme animal
Has resurfaced wreckin all
Elements destroyin irrelevant
Because it all comes down to this
What good is talking bout the hood
When you got mutherfucken madness
Am I ringin those senses
Brothers drinkin worse shit
Then they’re pourin in their benzes
I give a damn to a point
It’ll make me curse

VERSE III
See I always been a rebel
Now I got my own kind blind
Brain trained on the devil level
You don’t measure a man
By what he got
It’s what he does
What he left & what he
Takin care of
A brother like me annoys em
But I’m kool G when I
Rap about em it’s like poison
Everybody wanna Big Willie
Chasin down loot
Dole & Newt
Who do you shoot?
I’m fingerin targets
While ya figurin
Figgaro Figgaro
Soup opera for the niggaro
I ain’t chasin
No movies like Jason
Or loolapalooza
Cause I ain’t no looser
Ruff stuff to the babies
To the heads of heads
But I ain’t crazy
Chorus to the chorus
Verse to verse
But do I dare to disturb the universe?

"Free Big Willie"


VERSE I
No mistako
Not just some whacko from Waco
Crazy ill plead insanity
Just to save humanity
Be good like no Johnny
Never liked no Guliani
Cause they never could stop me
Not their imaginary Rocky
Get me then acquit me attack me
What a shock to Pataki
Here here watch a brother
Duck the chair
I fear only the one
Upstairs who got no
I’m not part of the click
It’s whatcha see is whatcha get
My realitites personal
Many times rhymes forget
Some ain’t heavy like others
But they still be my brothers
Disgusted at the
Other folk laughin at us
Wit the ashes to ashes
The bluntz to the bluntz
A chip off the (can’t read this line chuck)**
And get the word in
Maybe that’s why a brother like me
Shoulders the burden
I smells between the white sheets
A hell of a beast
In the back lurkin
Don’t front step to the circle

VERSE II
Spending more time in the air than
A flight attendant
The rhyme got winded on the way up
On what I thought was a lay up
These two cent criticizers don’t
Realize we all under a microscope
Of a nation of other folk
So all this nigga callin is we fallin
Attitude have we forgotten
Entertaining is todays way of picken cotton
So that the younger bees and gees
Think all we can bees is a big dreamer
In order to get a Benz or a beemer
Some stuck in that 96
Lexus per minute shit
It’s that same’ol story that bores me
Ignores me
My metaphors be over
That head of even heads
To some I’m prophetic
To the rest I’m pathetic
Led a movement of mentals
Against the feds and point spread
On beats madd noize and funky instrumentals
There once was a time
We fought the power with a rhyme
Now the attitude goin round
No use tryin

VERSE III
Got more hits than Pete Rose
Had for the Reds
Now they be on anything Deion
Intercepts
Except I’m in a zone now getin wreck
I get around
Can I get down like Craig Mack
How can I get down
Back like sock’em robots who
Forget it was him
Who parlayed
The styles of KRS & Rakim
And brought it to a different level
Against the so called devil
Who had the nerve to throw a bell curve
And test me, arrest me
Lemme go let I grow no
I’ve been thru the afro
It’s been a long time so my childhoods
Retro
Unlike today
As we be watchin us pay
The price that bugs me know’n that God
Don’t like ugly
Got a free pair of lugz
To run quicker from the slugz
But slipped from the madd dirt
That was swept under the rug
A lil’down, but not out
Not what you thought it was
Peace no beefs, I getz love