House Party

It's still that bubble goose winter time grind rhyme Ski mask over the face shit too abrasive for prime time It's Bons Bons after Wontons Bon appetite for the streets opposite of the thong song That barbaric curse on the Von Erichs Seance in the park bringing back the arts spirit Designer versus generic the streets they engineer it Won't say it's authentic cause you know it when you hear it I ain't heard it in a minute so I murder every gimmick And I specialize in ill like I'm working in a clinic I author a authentic brand of dope The antidote Their messages kill like there's SARS in the envelope This ain't that murder it's that shit to get you further More fish less burgers spit it with a purpose Make the verse worth it plan it Til it's perfect React to my jack, you know my work kid Hook Hip Hop is my property I'm here to take it back this is a robbery I'm not trying to make it that hard for you Everybody put your hands up like I'm robbing you Move it forward, bring it back Chains getting snatched and heroes is getting smacked I ain't trying to make it that hard for you But everybody, get your hands up like I'm robbing you Verse 2 You ninjas are struggling I snuff em like Clubber Lang Ajax Warrior, crushing another gang The rules to this game is there are none Eat all the comp first second from bar one Ya'll done, your reign has ran Velvet glove now removed see the iron hand And the man who's behind it, never been blinded Survive any climate, deliver the diamond And the women will find it, my mind I shine with Bring em back to my crib and show em the Heimlich Dirty version crews I'm murking words be working girls be twerking And I'm certain you can drop it like a curtain Put a hurtin on the airwaves Listeners brains be trained to not know that they are slaves Now the wolfs out the cave, who wanna be brave? You can say a million prayers but you still my prey Hook Hip Hop is my property I'm here to take it back this is a robbery I'm not trying to make it that hard for you Everybody put your hands up like I'm robbing you Move it forward, bring it back Chains getting snatched and heroes is getting smacked I ain't trying to make it that hard for you But everybody, get your hands up like I'm robbing you From cardboard to Krylon microphones I rhyme on DJs spin it heads rock it in the Scion Lex, Beamer, iron horse, south to north Verbal murder like a champagne cork popping off Who want it with the one man 300 the Spartan Turn a house party to Madison Square Garden Beg your pardon, trouble me not starting But I'll finish it, have you on a milk carton Rock my darling keep the tree sparking Tell them cornballs they are dead men walking It's exhausting, chump stop your barking It's a new day at dawn and your final warning Hook Hip Hop is my property I'm here to take it back this is a robbery I'm not trying to make it that hard for you Everybody put your hands up like I'm robbing you Move it forward, bring it back Chains getting snatched and heroes is getting smacked I ain't trying to make it that hard for you But everybody, get your hands up like I'm robbing you