"LSD"


Told ya buffalo soldier
Fell to the ground like folgers
Couldn?t hold the boulder
Fancy dancer paralyzed for an answer
In the hip hop game but the rap got cancer
Tumors poppin from the middle of rumors
Generation x be the end of baby boomers
Is the next generation headed for doom
Control the soul and you got a got a
Truck fulla fertilizer blowin up the spot
Think it?s terrorism the border line?s hot
Check the passports tap the telephone
Surprise they home grown
And one of your fuckin own
It?s dat same ol shit - dat same ol game
From that same ol gang up to that same ol thing
Now what i see say you know me
I pour a metaphor of lsd

I don?t know what yall thinkin about
But if you know like i know
You better strap on your seatbelt
Cause you in for a long ride

Now i be damn i been a man
Figure i never call myself a nigger
To get benjamans
What?s love got to do wit what you got
Not a whole lot / no forgot oh this shit is hot
Spendin all the cheddar for clothes
Wit a sign foreclosed on the front mud
Lost in dominoes

Now the heads tell tales
How the dead bled and fled
Now they livin up in the bed
Instead they seize us like jesus
Married to the mob did a sloppy job in hempstead
Lord had mercy wanna curse me
New world order got my ass drownin in the water
Now what you stuck to the west
That funk to the east is phat
Atl be krunk dirty south
Thirty thou crankin trunks
Try to pass the test but to the rest they flunk
Now what be indebted
Better get over it
Those times and raps ain?t never comin back
No future without a pass i kick ass
Rock the sox offa pandora?s box
Is itany wonder why the clocks flavor got
Between rehearsin a verse my jaw lox
I set the bomb between the r & b scene
Go against the grain run up on the train
And so i parallel the brains of cobain
As hip hop brain made em spill the champagne
Make it plain the sound remains insane
Come the same no holes closin up the lane
Don?t ask no questions on the simple level
Can the magic get shaq back
Knicks get van exel
Bold rap lyrics fuck whatcha heard
Not no lost and found nouns or half ass words
Turnaround funk power moves ruffs
I ain?t never been cuckoo for no coco puffs
Lsd, set it free make em see the tricks
Rather try at 37 than die at 26

Lawyers no loyalties accountants no royalties
Lie for a lie i look em in the eye
History speaking lawyers should die
Kissed the companies and made them all cry
A new rap song and a real drive by
Why o why did the video die
The narcs and the feds got the pimp niggas fraid
Threat of the aids got the bitches afraid
The god damn white man got you afraid
Social service got your mama afraid
Scared of the fact before a niggas black
Some of you say nigga before you say crack
You got no back is what you lack
Just say black and i?ll see where your ass is at

"41:19"


I come out my crib
Walk out on the block it?s hot
Yo there?s a black car parked on the corner hot boys
Tnt be creepin, while niggas be on the side
Of the soda machine sleeping
Word up kid, they seen what you did
In the car parked way down the block with binoculars
That?s what they got.
Helicopters parked out on the roof
10,000 disposable cameras taking pictures for proof
You know what this is
That all y'all, get on the wall y'all
Take your worth out ya ass in the stall y'all
Or you take a mean bad fall y'all
Tnt they be playin for keeps
Wipe you off your teeth like cavity creep.

Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo it?s hot, what they got, 41 shots

Bad boys bad boys what ya gonna do
If you get caught by our muthafuckin crew
Shot 41 only hit 19
They need target practice, that?s what it seems to me
Ally al is sharpton dan a tack
I?ma be like ally al and fight ya back
What, do you want to go to war, you want war?
Do you want to go to war, you want war?
I?ll bury all you cocka la roaches for breakfast
Shit you out and throw you in the water for the next fish
Cuz i can do that shit g
F-l-a-v-o-r f-l-a-v see.
To the highest degree times 3
That?s what you get fuckin with my family

Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo it?s hot, what they got, 41 shots

Shootin at oj
Don?t know if he did it
Racist mutherfuckers mad cause they ain?t with it
The police get out the car searchin for nuthin
If you got sumthin, then they got you for sumthin
That?s fucked up, the way they play dirty
Lock em up in jail until he?s past thirty
They don?t give a fuck about you
They don?t give a fuck about me
I?m past thirty three
Word is born, born is my word
I got you before my word fails
Fuck whatcha heard
I keep it real, you never catch me fakin
When it comes down to money that?s what i?m making
Don?t try and take my shit yo, i know lex yo
I?ll have a fit yo
I?ll turn the whole mutherfuckin block on you yo
And that leaves you with nowhere to go
Secretly by the police you was hired
You my favorite customer i didn?t know you was wired
A nik on the ground, covered by my feet
Ay yo rah get the heat

Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo it?s hot, what they got, 41 shots

"Bedlam"


Huffed and he puffed
Huffed and he puffed
Blew tha house down
Now how dat sound
Never no never
Give up gotta gotta live up
To my name
Triple double in da rap game

Cause I ain't goin niggatronic
Smart e nuff to know I ain't bionic
Wit my main man Harry
Not Connick
Rather rap my black as of
Getcha hooked on phonics

Good e nuff to know no endo
Thru it out tha window
Along wit tha Super Nintendo

I'm a strict daddy
Got dat right
God damn right
But have a good time/Dyn-o-mite
Its just that I don't talk
That same ol crap (shit)
Cause papa got a brand new
Bag fulla rap (hitz)

The world don't work no more no more
The world wont work no more
Ain't gonna woek no more no more

Verse II
My main knick knack paddy wack
C'mon & give a damn
Confrontational man
Iz what I am
Iz what I am
I'm tearin down da house that Jack built
Cause he killt whoever he wanted & hunted
And tax the backs of the environment macks
Who plan in da silence of the skams
A world dat wont work
No more/no more

Mother earth gets treated like a whore

And he doeth great wonders
So that he maketh fire come
Down from heaven on the earth
In sight of men

Toms to the left of me
Bombin to the right
World good night
He got destruction
In his appetite

On a platter a planet
To him it doesn't matter
3-2 at the plate
Up go the greedy batter

Environmental alarm
To all not some
Good God
Cause we don't get two of em

I was told that oil & water don't mix
But the new world order
Got a disorder
& so I diss
Cuss my disgust
If I must
One earth is da birth outta all of us
And so I diss
After the math
Disaster wit a European autograph

I.
Gonna be bedlam
If he spread em
Da trigga is cocked
Nowhere to flock

II.
Gonna be bedlam
If he spread em
Pass da word
F what you heard

III.
Gonna be bedlam
If he spread em
Glock is cocked
Now drop da props
Gonna be bedlam
If we spread em
The day the whole world couldn't do it

Repent
Oh no!
Check the preacher what he spent
One way ticket to God to fix scars
Woman & man runnin the land sea & air poor
Do we all go the way of the dinosaur? or
To hell & back attack
The new clear fog got us sniffin like
Atomic dogs
Pocket fulla pimp daddy moves
Put a code on a can
Whatta hell of a man, shootin
Trigga pollution, planet prostitution
Uprootin da third
We go to the way of the bird
Can't do whatcha want to da place
Don't waste my place
Where you from?
We only got one

"Crash"


People runnin on empty
Rock the sympte
Outside 2001
Other side of the sun

Running, here we go tumblin
Few solutions, honey they polluted the future
Got me thinking of a new thing
Revolverlution
Computer souls, controlled by confusion
You be clubbin, while the world around you crumblin
Think its funny? Bunch of crash test dummy's
If all this shit, means the end of my money,
This is a stick up, off go the pagers and celly's
Us dollar, ain't worth what it?s printed on,
Backed by the pentagon, sounds like babylon,
So i babble on, some of us stuck
In them barbershops and them hair salons,
While the crash comin at your ass...
While the crash comin at your ass like a bomb.

Now it all comes tumblin, runnin
Time is runnin runnin crash is coming,
Break the bank, spinning since the beginning,
Now it all comes tumblin, crumblin
Time is runnin runnin crash is coming,
Break the bank, spinning since the beginning,
Willie dynamite, time to cry and no ice.
Y2k, fallin out of the sky, so its chosen
Your ice is frozen, don?t cry dry your eye
Ain?t this a bitch, fuckin glitch. Mother fucker what
The count down to my account, count it down
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, hush make that head bust.
Last hour no control tower
Making new may flowers, fightin new powers
Have you forgotten, the other side of rotten,
Picking electronic cotton diggin digital ditches,
Lookout, lookout for the crash...crash...crash..

Have you forgotten, have yor forgotten

Y2k, that?s the question,
What the fuck is up got the 85 guessin,
I told y'all for y'all protection
Got me a name change, a pair of smith an wessuns
Starring crescents mad packed with the lessons,
Figure 5% got the 10 counting blessings
Programmed by programs got you bowingto the man.
Avoid collisions in mid-air, medicaid and welfare
Zero zero what the fuck do you care?
All the lights be out, you can?t get nowhere.
All around, that?s why i found tony brown
The world we know, it?s going down...down...down...down

"Crayola"


Stax Of Wax 55 High Fulla Tracks
New Cats Jackin Beats From Way Back
Pay For Play Only Way To Get Them Platinum Plaques
Clear The Racks Jobbers Slobbin You For Tax
Robbery A&R Snobbery
Shit Is Killin Me Softly Wit That Same Damn Song
Makin Folk Dumber In The Summer
A Bummer When They Shot Willie In That Hummer
Keep It Simple Stupid Means Numbers
Payola Dough White Owned Black Radio
Runnin On Empty Help Go The Desperado
So I Bomb The Toms And Negros Who Pray To Cash Flow
No Info To The Masses As They Shake Their Asses
No Clue But I Can’t Get My Shit Up In To You

Crayola With That Same Same Ol Shit
Crayola With That Played Playa Shit
Crayola With That Kid Crayon Shit
Crayola With Them Ol Spray On Hits

All Fucked Up Ways Must Fall
Now The Industry Can’t Stop Me
A Vendetta To Make The Whole Game Better
They Get The Cheddar
All I Got Is A Fuckin Letter
What I Owe? What Am I
Another Number And A Ho, They Don’t Know
Time To See Em Go Like Dominoes
About Time Cause They Endorsed The Crime Up In The Rhyme
Got These New Souls Controlled Goin Outta Their Mind
Missed What I Said Cause They Don’t Even Own Their Own Heads
Go One Go All I Forgot They Made Robots Outta Some Of Yall
Today All Fucked Up Ways Must Fall
Today Is Up Against The Wall
Misled In The Head Fucked By Quiet Storms And Love Songs
Noddin Heads Too Hollow Forgotten Tomorrow
Swallowing All That Shit That’s Shallow
Give The Baby Anything The Baby Wants
But That’s How Them Bastards Get Us Up In Them Caskets
Try To Get Me Where They Want Me
Before Some Of Them Jump Me
Go Tell Em I’m A Start A Rebellion
Educate The Felons Easy On Yeah
Tell Em What The Fuck Am I Yellin
No Tellin You Got Them Artists And Artificials
If It Ain’t Right I Don’t Give A Damn If It’s Sellin
Recruits Chasin And Racin For That Loot
Usin Usual Drum Loops So I Salute My Troops
I Don’t Socialize Or Mingle, Fuck The Promotionals
And You Know What And That G-Damn Single
And The Marketing Team For That Matter
It Don’t Matter
DJ’s Gettin Dimes For Time On A Platter
I Ain’t Gotta Be High To Jack So I Hijack
FM - Radio - Eff Em Turn It Around Muthafucka
Gods To Niggas, Queens To Bitches
Race Against Time See Em All Runnin For The Riches
Everything Had Its Chance Last Dance
Some things Change Like Them Weather Forecasts
Ha Funny How Shit Don’t Last

Crayola With That Same Same Ol Shit
Crayola With That Played Playa Shit
Crayola With That Kid Crayon Shit
Crayola With Them Ol Spray On Hits

"First The Sheep Next The Shepherd"


First The Sheep Next The Shepherd
Chuck’s Run Amok Multiplying Like Leopards
Spots Em Up The Long Bombs A Record
A Long Shot / 3 Minutes 15 Seconds
If I Was Cloned Never Would I Be Alone
Just The Two Of Us Mutherfuck The Lexus
Strange Fruit Be Hangin In Texas
Rope Be Holdin The Necks
Poison Politics Affects Us
Get My Flow On A Show Of Flexes
Got Too Much Love Above
For The Battle Of The Sexes
Now I Won’t Go As Far As Romancin Myself
Or Dancin With Wolves Or Runnin Wit The Bulls
Shit I Be In Two Places At One Time
Split Spaces Wit One Rhyme
Get 3 Nickels Outta One Dime

Frist The Sheep Next The Shepherd

Fill Generation Gaps Wit Mad Raps
Get Slapped
Give Four Smacks The Hell On Back
Be The Father Son And The Holy Ghost
As I Represent Both The East And The West Coasts
Whatever That’s Worth 360&Mac251;
The Planet Earth That’s The Whole Black Man’s Turf
Now I Be The Rational National
Ever Present International
Spy Wit The Third Eye Against The Conquer And Divide
Now Wit Three Of Me I Can Run A Country
Make Apocalypse Quit Do Madd Shit On The Side
I Go On Wit My Bad Self If I Had Four Of Myself
I Would Sacrifice Two To Get That Slave Outta You
In My Eyes Be The Anger Of The Furious Five
Flashbacks Cut Across Psycho Tracks
Been There Done That And I Swung A Big Bat
Like That There It Is I Be The Startin Six Pack

Frist The Sheep Next The Shepherd


The East To The West South To The North
The Music Might Switch The Rhymes Never Fall Off
Non Alcoholic Avoiding The Bomb
In Abortion Clinics I Be The Hero Up In It
Jack The Cracker Dat Did It
Now The Magnificent 7
Hip Hop Gangsta Rappin
Holdin It Down Makin It Happen
From Oakland To Manhattan
If I Was Eight / I Be Damn Great
City To City / State To State
Won’t Never Be Too Much On My Plate
Flow Like Watergate
Wit Nine Of Mine
I’d Get Piece Of Mine
Again And Again
Wit That Power Of Ten Men
Duplicated By The Split
Of One Mean Gene An Shit
Back To The Lab
Wit Them Scientific Crabs, What Next?
3 Minutes And 15 Seconds

"World Tour Sessions"


[Verse 1]
Behold, the whole planet upside down
I put it down
Shuttin' down disco clowns
I get around
This rap games like a sport
Been through two passports
Assed up an airport
Black man still gettin' no support
Comepnsation we ain't seein
Split by Europeans
Damn, treated less than human beings
No matter, Africa, Brazilia, St. Louis or the Carribean
Traveled the seven seas
Rocked many races
Spread the cash clean trash in alot of low places
Seen the look of love on many mad faces
When I rhymed about the times and not the paper chases
People all over the world givin' mad respect
When I identified who the Government wrecked
Plus the sound scan, as the company rep
They don't care they jus about keepin' they checks

{Hook}- x4

Round and around and around we go, where the worlds headed, nobody knows

[Verse 2]
Here the crime rhyme created alot of robots
Can a real lyric fix the shit time forgot
Loops got ya brain gettin' locked load up wit words
That never meant alot
And you can't call the cops
And y'all don't really know
And y'all don't hear me though
Takes a nation of big brains to break up that flow
And the game ain't changed
But the heads be rearranged
In danger, my language is rappin' in anger
I be bangin' so I point my finger
While we sleep
Races set us up like sheep
Everytime I go some place
Slaves in my face
Black people, in a plantation state
No control of our soul
And wouldn't know our fate
Now am I wrong to hate, hate
38 countries, 51 states
Now you tell me, who in the world gonna compensate
One hundred million laws
Make a nigga wait
Got bake the green to get food on the plate

[Hood x4]

{Mini Chorus Until End}

Anti slave aggression
Stop the world oppression
??? an expression
World Tour Session

Use your own discretion
Teach 'em all a lesson
Have the Governments confessin' World Tour Sessions

"Last Mass Of The Caballeros"


Madd Topics
No You Can’t Stop It
Like How Much They Paid For That Rocket?
People In The Hood
Really Ain’t Got Shit
How Much Got Spent By The President
Where My Money Went
Livin Here Separate
Even Heads Gotta Nerve Yellin Represent
Beat Down Cribs Funky Ghetto Adlibs
Gadgets, Value Jets, Half Lit Cigarettes
City Limits
Put My Whole Soul In It
I Been Waitin Too Long To Get Where I’m Goin
Hatas Dissin This Flowin
Thinkin Ball And Rap
Is The Greatest Thing From Blacks
Hype Watch A Sucka Run To It
Seems Like A River Runs Thru It
Simple To Do It
Pass The Can Around
Try To Help One Another
The Pimp Got Tricks
That He Learned From The Other
Go By The Color You’ll Discover
Damn Everybody Ain’t No Brother

Just When You Thought It Was Safe
I’m Dubbing Madd Breaks On Ol CIA Tapes
Ain’t No Stoppin Who
In This Country Tis Of You
It’s Monkey See Monkey Do
Now In The Age Of Followin The Celebrity Rage
A 12 Gauge Flipped The Whole Page
The Score Lopsided In A One Sided War
Could Be More Then What You Bargained For
Six Pack Weasels Pumped Up By Their Own Press Releases
Till The Capital Ceases
Ain’t No Difference Tween Black And White
Except The Green In Between Yeah Right
Know What I Mean
Spook That Sat By The Sound
Black Like James Brown
It’s Been Goin Down
Spirit In Your Dark Ass Direction
Projection Controls Perception
Got You Guessin In The Art Of Deception
Indexes Confusin Rolexes For Rolodexes
Another Brother Fried In Texas
Spent My Best Pay Days Hittin Off Exes

Turn It Up Turn It Up

Analysis Of The Situations
Bringing Forth Alarming Revelations
Cigars 100,000 Dollar Cars / What
Most Of Us Do The Laundry In The Bus
Is We Blessed Cause Fast Foods Processed
Will The Last Be First Can The First Be Less?
Got No Leverage
Madd Thirst For The Beverages
Now The Funk Got Us Dead N Drunk
Got Your Drink On But Got No Think On
Now You Got Beef Wanna Knock Out Teeth
Against The Land Of The Lost / Gettin Tosses
6 Daze A Week Of Course To The Bosses
Old Timers / Preachin As Born Again Rhymers
In The School Gotta Walk Men
Graduates Can’t Talk Man
Lyin Between The Chalk Man
Shakin That Money Maker
That MTV Honey Is A Faker
Let Ill And Al Take Her
Deaded Borders Separated By The Waters
Stats And Surveys / Be Off Like Saturdays
Madd Killers Reproducin Like Caterpillars
What’s On Your Mind On The Welfare Line
Cuttin Medicaid Got Us Droppin Like Flies
Words From The Wise Comin From The Dead
Not Alive

"I"


I Came From A Place I Forgot
I Woke Up In A Parking Lot
Far From A Meal & A Cot
On The Corner
Where All The Streets Got The Same Name
Maybe My Brains On The Brink Of Insane
Pain Between The PapersWhile Sleepin On The Train
This The Land Of Milk And Honey
Know What I’m Sayin
The Invisible Man Times Three
Black, Down & Out
Out Standing On A Corner No Doubt
Now A Nation Of Homeless
Sleepin In Bus Stations
Another Win For The Pilgrims
Who Said No More Haitians
As I Proceed
Someone To Feed Me Is What I Need
Through Three Blocks Of Dealers
Tryin To Hit Me Off Wit Weed
Avenue & Boulevard Hungry As A M-Fucka
Hope To Get A Ride From A Trucker
Everybody Know I Ain’t No Sucker
Everyone Used To Drop 30 At The Rucker
Away From Crazy Kids In Generation Wrekked
Dissin Pyramids While Praisin Projects
Walk Past Old Folks Gettin No Respect
Callin Young Folks A Bunch A No Good Rejects
And I Walk On

An Eye For An Eye
I Can’t Recognize The Man In The Mirror
Is It I, It Is I Now Who This Cat I’m Lookin At
Cause I’ve Been Waiting So Long To Get Where I’m Goin
An For An Eye In This Country Tis Of Thee
Now How The Hell Can I Be Free
Who This Cat I’m Lookin At
Cause I Been Lost So Long Without Anybody Knowin

So I Move On And I Walk On
Past The Preachers And The Pimps Gettin Their Talk On
Now Why Do Home Gotta Be Where The Negative Roam
To Be Or Not To Be - So I Roll Alone
I’m Trapped Within This Skin & These Bones
Temporary Kings On Cellular Phones
Can I Last As I Walk Past
Cigarette Billboards & Malt Liquor Ads
Walkin On Broken Bottles & Potato Chip Bags
Everyone I See Got The Nerve To Brag
Where They From What They Got
And Don’t Own Squat
Disrespect Where They From And Ya Might Get Shot
Zombies Askin Me What The Latest Bomb Be
Should Shot The Fuckin Sheriff & The Fuckin Deputy
For Ok In The Drug Trade And Lettin It Be
But I Know Prison For Me Is An Industry
So I Walk
I Heard The Best Things In Life Be Free
Didn’t God Make The Land The Air We Breathe
Not For The Homeless Don’t Give A Damn About Me
In The Mirror Somebody Else Is Starin At Me
Maybe Prison Is The Skin I’m Within
All This Time I Been Sufferin Can’t Fix It Wit A Bufferin
Plus They Said I’ll Never Work In This Town Again
Damn So I Keep On Walkin

An Eye For An Eye
I Can’t Recognize The Man In The Mirror
Is It I, It Is I Now Who This Cat I’m Lookin At
Cause I’ve Been Waiting So Long To Get Where I’m Goin
An For An Eye In This Country Tis Of Thee
Now How The Hell Can I Be Free
Who This Cat I’m Lookin At
Cause I Been Lost So Long Without Anybody Knowin

Lil Day Day Is Big Day And Just Did Time
Seen Him Standin On The Unemployment Line
Which Collided Wit The Line Of The Health Clinic
I Seen Crazy Stacy Her Ass Standin Up In It
No More Welfare Cut Her Medicaid
Damn My Mama Used To Do Her Braids
I Keep Walkin So They Don’t See Me
But I Doubt If They Doin Any Better Than Me
So I Walk On Never Take The Planet For Granted
I Paved The Concrete, Asphalt & Granite
I Walk Past 3 Brothers Sittin On The Porch
Wit A Yard Of Dirt And Littered Wit Newports
Talkin How They Comin Up While They Sittin On Their Ass
As I Walk Past Em I’m A Target Of Their Laughs
And One Said Lets Get Em For His Fuckin Stash
As I Walked Fast Past The Other Yards Wit Grass
Had A Lil Cash Tried To Make It Last
From A Few Deals I Made From Cleanin Windshields
I Ran Like A Rally They Caught Me In An Alley
Can’t Get Out The Ghetto From New York To Cali
I Thought I Had Nuthin Till I Felt The Knife
And Now I Ain’t Even Got A Life

"What What"


When flav starts to get busy
Grabbin the mic and they say who is he
Cock deezal breakdown like bill bixbie
When i think, yo i think in 360
Gimme the mic an i?ma solve all mystery
I dare any punk to try to step up and diss me
Cuz when he do, that?s when he kiss dee
Titles go by and my style is fly
One more time i came here to rhyme
Gimme the mic and i?ma go for mine
So emcee?s all a yall shut up
When flavor?s in the house we say

What what

Let flavor blow it up
And if your ready to rock this party tonight
Somebody say what what

Now when i do my flavor dance
All the ladies go crazy in a trance
Nonstop booy from the clock on my watch
I can bring it from the bottom and take it to the top
Let me rock, come on let me get wit it
When i tell you what to get, don?t get offended
Gimme the mic and i?ma bend it
Transmissions from the sky yo i?ll send it
Times on my hands yo sometimes i lend it
Though i?m spendin it for a fact
I?ll make you say what what
Cause flave?s back

What what

Let flavor blow it up
And if your ready to rock this party tonight
Somebody say what what

Now everybody listen to flav
If you don?t listen to me you will end up in your grave
Most of these people?s rhymes is whack
But i got a bunch of rhymes in my napsack
Walk on my back with the black hat
Got the rhymes to come on the attack
Can?t you tell that i?m really good lookin
They know me from miami, california
Back to brooklyn
Even in spain they knew flavor?s name
In japan they know i?m nice in the game
We maintain yo brothers feel the vibe
We did the first album and it came out fly
And don?t ask why you won?t understand
Styles we got millions of fans
So come on get down like this what?s up
When flavor grab the mic
I will rip your butt

What what

Let flavor blow it up
And if your ready to rock this party tonight
Somebody say what what