| Lyrics: | featuring Fat Joe
Some fear de 'matic
Ah hah hah heh heh heh EHHH
Check it out
Some fear de 'matic yes de automatic
Disrespect from MC's me
nah go have it
De automatic get de automatic
Tonight a rapper gwan die
Crazy MC's waste they time chasin millions
While KRS One holds the minds of the
children
I'm buildin a followin of a hundred and forty four thousand
Chosen few
heads up in project housin
A true rapper, street rapper, rappin to the center
I
enter any cipher, with tales of adventure
If rappers are ridin beats like cars, I'm bendin
mad fenders
Put down your mic and surrender
Youse a pretender, Blastmaster KRS rules
the pavement
Kickin Edutainment while you wait for your arraignment
Save it friend
before your chest I cave it in
I got my way again, I'm classical like a fuckin Harley
Davidson
How do you think I kick a lyrical style no and you figure
It's simple, I'm
a rap God, and youse a nigga
Don't mean I'm bigger, it simply means I'm smarter
For
starters, I come at you poetically harder
De automatic, get de automatic
Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de automatic
Tonight a
rapper gwan die
Ha hah, fake ass rapper, how you think you got juice?
When
you rock a pair of panties underneath your bubblegoose
(Word) KRS-One will fuck up parties
dramatically
My reflex'll slap a wack rapper automatically
When you was home witcha
mother, afraid of the dark
I was sleepin out in Prospect Park
Eatin one meal every
48 hours
Writin dope rhyme styles that you now devour
Don't you realize, that I'm
all about survival
I got only friends cause I KILLED all my rivals
Show up at the
rhyme recitals, took they titles
From eighty-six to ninety-six completes my first cycle
De automatic, get de automatic
Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de automatic
Tonight a rapper gwan die
I spent 40
days, and 40 nights in the wilderness
I'm hard, from head to toe yo there ain't no killin
this
I wrote over 100 rap hooks
and sociological books, while you worried about your
looks
Now you wanna enter the dragon in sound
But I've got the live club show locked
down
Platinum and gold don't hold in my arena
You gots to keep it real on the mic,
when they see ya
I manifest, in the West the East and overseas
The vision in rap is
wack, and I don't know of these
I represent New York to be specific
The South Bronx,
but in Japan I'm still gifted
I grab a jet and land on your set, what the fuck?
Twenty bucks for a rap show is still, twenty bucks
I start from eighty-six, and bring you
into ninety-six
No gimmicks, tricks or lip-sync lyrics
De automatic, get de
automatic
Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de automatic
Tonight a rapper gwan die
[Fat Joe]
Yeah yeah it's the God Fat Joe
Representin the motherfuckin South Bronx
With my nigga Kris, knockin off frauds
Motherfuckers wanna do what?
Big shout out to my nigga Kenny Parker
Ill Will,
BDP crew for life nigga
Naughty Gotto, the Big French productions
Of course the TAT
crew, my nigga Brim
The T.S. crew, and the whole Godsville
South Bronx represent
nigga, uhh
The South Bronx, the South South Bronx
South Bronx, the South
South Bronx
Yeah! Uhh |
