[Intro: Tha Dogg Pound]
What up?
Like that, muthafucka, ay, blaze it up!
Like that, muthafucka
(Don't shoot!)
[Verse 1: Kurupt]
Now, my rhymes are as potent as pipe bombs
It takes time to concoct rhymes like mines
Like land mines — all set to explode
Microphones — all set to unload
Zone watch, that means watch the zone
I'm in a temple with a million dead MC microphones
And they all wanted back by they peeps
Sleep if you dare, 'cause death catch niggas when they sleep
Beware of the consequences
It's senseless to face a prosecuted life-or-death MC sentence
Travel through your inner thoughts
Just to vision how far I can get, explore to the inner core
And ain't stopped yet, continue the journey
'Cause all that shit you kick just don't concern me
You can't U-turn me, back to reality where niggas pack straps
And they mentality reacts so violently
That leave MC's breathin' silently
With hollow point talons for the violence
Ain't no harmin' me, ain't got no love for no hoes in Harmony
It's easy to find MC's to execute
Chances of survival too small to compute
Recognize, like this was Samuel Sneed
I grip the microphone, continue with my devilish deeds
'Cause all I see in my M-I-N-D is D-P-G for L-I-F-E
And all I see, on the M-I-C is another mangled MC opposin' me
Supposed to be regulatin' in this rap era
Made one error up against the microphone terror
It takes two to tangle
I told Daz, don't worry, like Keith Murray, I'mma strangle
MC's with the microphone cord
You don't faze me, your thoughts been invaded and explored
I know the ins and the outs to ya, buddy
I know where you live, and how you make your money
I came to violate you, desecrate you
I create two murderous scenes, can you relate, too?
What up?
Like that, muthafucka, ay, blaze it up!
Like that, muthafucka
(Don't shoot!)
[Verse 1: Kurupt]
Now, my rhymes are as potent as pipe bombs
It takes time to concoct rhymes like mines
Like land mines — all set to explode
Microphones — all set to unload
Zone watch, that means watch the zone
I'm in a temple with a million dead MC microphones
And they all wanted back by they peeps
Sleep if you dare, 'cause death catch niggas when they sleep
Beware of the consequences
It's senseless to face a prosecuted life-or-death MC sentence
Travel through your inner thoughts
Just to vision how far I can get, explore to the inner core
And ain't stopped yet, continue the journey
'Cause all that shit you kick just don't concern me
You can't U-turn me, back to reality where niggas pack straps
And they mentality reacts so violently
That leave MC's breathin' silently
With hollow point talons for the violence
Ain't no harmin' me, ain't got no love for no hoes in Harmony
It's easy to find MC's to execute
Chances of survival too small to compute
Recognize, like this was Samuel Sneed
I grip the microphone, continue with my devilish deeds
'Cause all I see in my M-I-N-D is D-P-G for L-I-F-E
And all I see, on the M-I-C is another mangled MC opposin' me
Supposed to be regulatin' in this rap era
Made one error up against the microphone terror
It takes two to tangle
I told Daz, don't worry, like Keith Murray, I'mma strangle
MC's with the microphone cord
You don't faze me, your thoughts been invaded and explored
I know the ins and the outs to ya, buddy
I know where you live, and how you make your money
I came to violate you, desecrate you
I create two murderous scenes, can you relate, too?
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