Freak nasty all on my tip I took it to my DJ fresh on wax Put it on the turntable, I got taps It started burning up, wires smoking Had to be the sound
all on my tip I took it to my DJ, fresh on wax Put it on the Turntable, I got taxed It started burning up, why it's smoking? Had to be the Sound coming
m gon' run your bone and try to get with To put this shit in, now he shaken like a bitch Fuck that shit, a nigga say he tryin' to sound like me So I'm
a search on your name and came up with 1 result- It was your computer, you're a loser Lame, your screen name pseudo hip-hop sounding lingo mixed up lowercase/capital
poem on its yellowed page. Leave the gray macaw in his covered cage. Let the traveling band on the interstate remain. Cause everything must belong somewhere. Sound
poem on its yellowed page Leave the gray macaw in his covered cage Let the traveling band on the interstate remain 'Cause everything, it must belong somewhere Sound
us 12 months ago? Yo, you didn't know bro, now you want a show Toons tell 'em what's up (Give it up sucker duck) Yeah, remember that the capital W told
me now 'fore I get on a roll (Damn) Let me tell you What this pretty little dame's name is 'Cause she's kinda famous And I hope that I don't sound too
up a perimeter Interrogate the prisoner, ransack your residence Order from the President to document this evidence Company commander, this is my version of capital
sea and land mover Crescent heights, Cali up north to Vancouver Molecular monitors censors an anaconda that harbors A feeling for heat and armor and eating a snake charmer Capital
m, the man that loves to flam And when I step into a jam I just slam like jordan And this is the world, accordin to me The capital-h-the-o-the-t, the-
, wash you're mouth out wit soap Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo Scooping on the skinz in the church from your bingo Sounds of the Mecca
And I'ma rip this, then I'ma hop hip Better yet hip-hop, 'cause you're a drip-drop Small as a pebble, while Heavy D's a bedrock I am the capital, H
' Nigga is you thinkin' that our fate is violent I love my nigga for the fact that he real And nobody on the faculty squeal, what? And if you facin' capital
The bitch slap master up in the place I'll bitch slap your train wrecked face Don't assume friendliness with fame I'll bitch slap the sound out your
Wesson I can grab the luger, What? And right before I shoot ya I snap your back like I was Lex Luger Chronic weed abuser (Wooooo!) As we capitalize