[Intro: Asheru]
Wassup, this is Asheru
And the master of horror is about to terrify ya'll whack ass DJs
With this banger straight from the boiler room
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
A lot of cat’s like to get on the microphone and front
They say they rollin' in paper like they rammin a blunt
Tell ya how much the sound, scared of the month
If the man tell you to jump, you do it
We never let a man take advantage of us
You get props off the diamonds you rented
I get my props off the rhymes I invested
Cuz I spoke my mind and I meant it
Like toppa with a bow tie, Kick your ass with class
And we still take it to Brooklyn, when we ready to splash
Me and Hi-Tek got ya ready to blast, and we're ready to last
I stay hungry like I’m ready to fast
Married to the movement like I'm Betty Shabazz, the rhyme veteran
Lack a real bitch right now like a Lesbian Thespian
Since they let me in the back, I've been droppin' jewels
Plugged in like pasta noodle, Stay fresh and clean like hospitals
In world the crisp pockets and wallets and wrist watches
Did you ever think the wrist is watching you, that's why the cop's stoppin' you
Nigga please, they can track you down anywhere
The cell phone transmitting radiation in your ear
Your two way is way too new and obsolete next year
Navigational systems show you how to get there
If you ain't think about how you got here, do you know where you are?
C’mon, what happened, back in the day they used to follow the stars
You spillin too much, gotta catch it in bottles and jars
And makes MCs eat their words and swallow their bars
Oh my god…
Wassup, this is Asheru
And the master of horror is about to terrify ya'll whack ass DJs
With this banger straight from the boiler room
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
A lot of cat’s like to get on the microphone and front
They say they rollin' in paper like they rammin a blunt
Tell ya how much the sound, scared of the month
If the man tell you to jump, you do it
We never let a man take advantage of us
You get props off the diamonds you rented
I get my props off the rhymes I invested
Cuz I spoke my mind and I meant it
Like toppa with a bow tie, Kick your ass with class
And we still take it to Brooklyn, when we ready to splash
Me and Hi-Tek got ya ready to blast, and we're ready to last
I stay hungry like I’m ready to fast
Married to the movement like I'm Betty Shabazz, the rhyme veteran
Lack a real bitch right now like a Lesbian Thespian
Since they let me in the back, I've been droppin' jewels
Plugged in like pasta noodle, Stay fresh and clean like hospitals
In world the crisp pockets and wallets and wrist watches
Did you ever think the wrist is watching you, that's why the cop's stoppin' you
Nigga please, they can track you down anywhere
The cell phone transmitting radiation in your ear
Your two way is way too new and obsolete next year
Navigational systems show you how to get there
If you ain't think about how you got here, do you know where you are?
C’mon, what happened, back in the day they used to follow the stars
You spillin too much, gotta catch it in bottles and jars
And makes MCs eat their words and swallow their bars
Oh my god…
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