Let's Ride

Yo, yo

If you just listen to my lyrics every day for a couple of weeks

My techniques will eventually kill you just like red meat

The Bhagavad Gita beliefs I speak be so deep

Most critics get mad because there's nothin to critique

Whenever I'm rappin or rhymin

with irrefutably remarkable timin

I'm like, Charlie Chaplin pantomimin

If you John Blaze, or you James Flames

or you Jack Cremation, I'm Jermaine Propane (Jermaine Propane)

No pain no gain in this rap game

For the fortune and fame in order to remain

Most real MC's, learn to adapt to the change

or get washed away like tears in the rain, in the rain y'all

Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride

Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride

When you in the streets and you're drivin in your V

if you can see what I see, you're prepared for the jackers

Old school, old school

Everybody got to pack a mac now

Yo, if you wanna know, how I kick a flow

when I rip a show, with my lyric-al, I'ma let you know

It's difficult, cause I'm a part spiritual, part para-physical miracle

And I'ma blackout in a minute too

Spittin like Bone-Thugs like

"Nigga-what? I'm-fin-to-get-a-gun and stick-em-up"

then crush a Thug's Bones with a chrome slug

The black Cyrano DeBergerac of rap

with the ghetto Anglo-Sax' poetic syntax

In fact, nigga don't even give me dap when I see you

Just don't give me no ice grill eye contact either

When you see me, whylin like Beenie on the speakers

"Zim zimma -- who got the fire for my reefa?"

You came home from a bid a nigga was in your crib

And the whole time you thought your girl was celebate

Old school old school

You locked up and she need some di-ick

Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride

Just ride in the hood, just ride, all my .. uh, ah just ride

Yo physically I move at a velocity

that'll break your stopwatch if you clockin me

My concrete jungle is like Jumanji

Iller than what you seen in the cinema

A five foot eight, nigga with more horsepower than eight cylinders

My brain consists of twin Pentium chips

Double the clock speeds of a 586

And nothin about my physical matrix is BASIC

I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tastin

You'll be so surprised you won't believe your own eyes

It's like a Jamaican seein the snow for the first time

Rhymes of a sort, that distort space and time

It's like explainin color to a man that was born blind

Crimes on the street, come from a lack of eatin

It's not my cup of tea, but I'll give them the BEST

Motherfuckin BEST

And if you still out here I kick yo' ass tomorrow

Old school, old school (c'mon!)

And if you still out here, I kick yo' ass tomorrow

Old school, old school (c'mon y'all)

Frontin like you buyin food but you buyin crack bottles

Ah just ride, ah just ride

Everybody in the East just ride

Ah just ride, ah just ride

Everybody in the West just ride

Ah to the South, down South

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ah just ride