This is Rated R
because of Y.O.U.
This is the thugs dedication. A little something from my heart straight to the points. Jersey yo! Newark New Jersey’s own Reginald Noble, I am not worthy. How deep is your love for Hip Hop’s class clown? Mine is undeniable 2 high to come down. Been that way since the J.U.M.P. so here you go Red, this is my jam 4 u. You do, I do. Your twisted, lyrical street hop is so hardcore. Your voice, like none ever heard before. Best in excess. Soopaman sweet. If I had to describe it, I’d say mighty healthy. I’m serious. Brick stand up. The Def Jammable, Diggy Doc is off the wall. News break. It’s obvious his resume doesn’t need to be passed out. Been stepping it up since Montclair gave up on kid. OoOk, Full cooperation needed. I dedicate this next dart to you, the amazing Funk Doctor Spock.
You bet I drop heavy so girls grab your Kotex. Get up, stand up, protect ya own dam neck. I am woman! An insane creation. Mrs. international. Fuck you, your label moms and your editor. How u like that? Un-huh.
You better shut your trap when my dogs around. While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse. When I raise my trigger finger all y’all niggas hit the deck. Watch yo nuggets. When I let da monkey out he’s coming for your pimp nuts. I got a seecret. I just don’t give a fuck. That’s where I b on muddy island rockin wit da best, bobyahead2dis down south funk. See, I can tell you this because if the Doc did, it’s called malpractice. So for the party people you basically just slide and rock on, go hard. Though all 4 seasons and even when the lites go off. Let it go.
Yesh, yesh y’all.
Got my mind made up. Can’t drink and can’t stand in the world. When I’m in my zone, all da bullshit is gone. Fuhgidabowdit. I’m gone. Ask me what I’m doing. Ima say I’m chilling. Male groupies gettin shaky when I come from the rear. I’m worse than a dog in heat. Da da dahhh dirrty. I live 4 the funk can’t u see. Music gets me to high to come down. When it’s straight fire, hot bars just burning their imprint in your memory forever. A special joint.
I run it back, skip town, hot 16’s is the only way I’m doing a sentence. Freestyle, freestyle is what makes my heartbeat. A good cypher. Turn dat shit up.
You slow listen faster, cause my time’s a factor.
My style, my stelo is hardcore. Everything I write, call me the author. So ruff, so vicious. Lyrical Genovese, no competition. Wanna complain? No use in barkin. Cause we can go neck to neck like Pam and Martin. Sweet dreams. I’m about to hit ya with the full nelson. Maybe I’m wrong 4 dat. Oh well. Whut Ima do now?
Whatever man, I’ll be dat.
Your whole vocabulary’s played out, admit it. Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it.
Just a rap scholar. You & you & you can call her. Mic, lights, camera, action. I write the madness, got ink foamin at the pen. I got lyrics by the pounds and I sell em for grams. Fuck da security. We get it live. Rock the spot and move on. People ask me, what U lookin 4. I tell people, my Gilla House check bitch.
Back on deck, I never lost the pep in my step. Da journee has been such a ride. To show you what type of stuff I’m on. You can’t puff or sniff it, because I was born with it. Do what U feel. Please tell me you feel it too? Whenever I hear the beet drop. Ahhh. Da goodness. Da funk? Da bump? It’s just me. I keep the ghetto and me, I love the sweet taste of revenge. I’m focused. My souls been cleansed. Now I know who the enemy and who the friend. But still, with my eyes closed they both blend. That’s some 2 way madness. Even Dr. Trevis can’t save us.
Without question I’m flexy when I’m sexin. Wicked when I kick it like a tribe called quest-in. If rap was b-ball, I’d have assists like James Worthy.
Tonight’s da night you learn how to roll a blunt the rite way. Can’t wait to hit a million and 1 Buddha spots. You gonna ride wit us or walk on? You won’t be fiendin cause Merry Jane is just sumth 4 Urrbody. Smoke Buddha, so what? We frequent Green Island, so what? We blow treez on boodah breaks with Mr. Ice cream man, so what? People, don’t freak out. It’s not judgment day and we’re not troublemakers. You got it?
Me, Ima lite 1 witcha boi before I lose my cool. We all rite cha.
Single life is good but I got gorillaz on my mind. What I want is to always feel this happy, so I won’t commit. Dating is like a journey throo da dark side and I love the sun. Brothers on my jock think they getting inside. Ha! Not in mi casa. If you tryin to smash sumthin you gotta go to the chicken head convention round the way. I heard those women over there like to play who wants to fuck a millionaire. My Street 101 class was different. I excelled in Nobel Art. There is no pain if you don’t bring the pain. 2 tears in a bucket because everyone tells me I’m too independent. Sorry not sorry. I’m okay everyone. Don’t worry about me. I’m in a state of beasts from the east. Straight gutta good friends. Good times. Anything and everything is on the table. Except my heart. For that belongs to hip hop. Maybe the few people I attract are the ones who know what the real is.
Look left and right and there’s just no one who understands that the mud on my face is an honor, my tiger style crane has been perfected and my love for the city lights is never ending.
Aim at your party, hit the wrong group. HAPPY BIR- ooh, ooh, ooh, oops.