Hey - 12" Version

Lyrics for Hey - 12" Version

I only play the games that I win at And stay the same with more rhymes than there's ways to skin cats As a matter of fact, let me rephrase With more rhymes and more ways to fillet felines these days Watch the path of the black one Supervillian he wrecks clubs for dell In a drunken stupor chillin Ready and willin to inadvertantly foil that plan of any rhymer, whiner or Spoiled brat Who got more snottier flows than snotty nose? And holds mics like he knows karate body blows Nobody knows the trouble I see From the MPB fly dirty tailin the eye bubble eye thirty For the record this is some shit I just thought of y'all Science fiction that's not admissable in no court of law I live to rock mics 3-D The only reason I seek to stop to snuff the TV I heard beats, they sound like karaoke With monkey rhymers on a leash like don't have this fairy choke me Hit 'em with a penny so we can get these peanuts And I thought we was nuts, I used to get free cuts They locks Lex Luthor up in green haven Since when a nigga never really been to clean shaven Misbehavin rap stars need mistament Call me Mista Bent I'm at where your sister went Intelligent, used to write and be well spoke Now all a nigga wanna do is fight and sell, tell a joke This could lead to catastrophe Bout to stop the violence right after these last three shots from the black Bat got me at headlock Holdin on to sanity while stranded at dreadlock She told me get off I said Bitch, let me set this shit off so I could get rich right quick Then it hit me like the point of intoxication Nigga come out and rock this nation like oxifacen A lot of niggas out is rusty like oxidation In the world's most strangest most dangerous occupation But you could do it, you the Super like in your building Villian like trife kingdom wear and all my children Plottin and it sure to pay ends With some more mature womens and more of they friends And when bad men roll tight, it's actual true Like a pack of big bamboo with natural glue Who grip necks of becks next to triple X He just came before D followed the ripple effects And it'll lead you right to him Oh snap, it seems you walked into a trap do wrap Zoinks, this place is filled with pretender willies One false move and get broke off like end of phillies True believers ain't nothin new to a Crook with special powers like how to tell the future uh uh Rhyme of the month two page long Bustin off two gages with my cake gone wrong Son it's on remind me of a Raekwon tape song With a fleet of super bad status Rae Dawn Chong Let me know if y'alls with me y'all Nasty yo and geographic down to the titty bar Rap monster outer city y'all To all my brothers who is doin' unsettling bids You could have got away with it if it was not for them meddling kids