[Dope-E]
Yeah, getting ready to slash to media...
You see, what you need to do is start jocking the right information...
Fuck the media coming straight from The Terrorists crew
I don't love none of ya'll hoes so fuck you
You never understand the things I write
Until you spend a night in the South Park twilight
I'm steadily trying to reach my black folks
But all you wanna see is a nigga with black locs
And you be knowing what the fuck we be saying
And you know damn well we ain't playing
Now, as simple as that, stop spreading lies
Before I place M-60 right between your eyes (Yikes!)
Cause now ya'll got me mad as hell
And all you jealous pens' writing tattle tales
But I don't give a fuck about your ass
See, ya'll just mad a nigga rolling in cold cash
I'm down with Rap-A-Lot
Now I got a lot
And I'll be damned to let you fuck over what I got
I kick that knowledge on a roughest tip
Call Egypt soft, you be bloody with a busted lip
All because I rap with a slang and hang...
With the South Park Coalition game
Together forever, hard niggas real tight
Everybody strapped with them 9's and we will fight
Crashing bodies and throwin 'em in the trash
Grab their pens and pads and shove it up their ass
Fuck the media...
[Bushwick Bill]
Left channel:
Fuck them motherfuckers, Dope-E! Me and Dope-E are the world's first fully functional homicide agency. You don't really wanna fuck with me. Wait till they get a load of us!
Right Channel:
Fuck them motherfuckers, Dope-E, cause I don't love 'em! Them motherfuckers come on TV fucking with you, man... Nothing but lies fucking us... Wait till they get a load of me...
[Dope-E]
You ask why I rap about violence and not peace
Hoe, get out my face before I burn you with some hot grease
Yeah, Dope-E know the game cause I'm down
See, everything I tell you now later it'll be changed around
Now, why you wanna start some static...
With The Terrorists knowing damn well we cause tragic
Fatal disasters, you betta run and hide
Cause I play Quincy and inject you with some cyanide
Catch somebody else, one by one, that oughta get 'em
If not I'm forced to use another form of terrorism
Either I'm violent or silent, bodies still drop
Johnny lost steps up, no sweat, Nip kills cops
See, what you fail to understand I'm a black poet
A brainchild of this society, so blow it
Out your asshole, cause I write what I see...
In the streets of Houston and on the screens of the TV
And that's the way it is and that's the way it gonna be
And keep your distance and your hands off me
When I'm in concert give me some clearance
Remember, fatal mishaps happen when there interference
Fuck the media...
[Bushwick Bill]
Left Channel
I likes the way it sounds... (laughs) But yo, dig this, man, them motherfuckers ain't never been where we been; They never seen what we have seen. Yeah, I tried to kill myself, but I got shot in the eye. And then the media wanna ask me why? What if I were to put you under the same pressures you put me under? How would you like the microscope to be on your ass? Don't you know that the ghetto's nothing but a modern day Vietnam, and my backyard is a concentration camp? And you wonder why I smoke amp? Because you motherfuckers put it in my neighborhood, cause you always up to no good! But fuck you, fuck the government, and fuck everything you stand for, cause you say that we're "All the same, all created equal"? The only thing that's equal is the fact that you're white and know how to add up, (scoffs) and subtract my black ass from what's rightfully mines! It's ok...It all don't have to make sense, see, cause I already know that I'm not all together there, but your psychiatrist put me there! But fuck 'em. Fuck them all! All I need is more knowledge, more wisdom and more understanding, so I can see even clearer, and then I'll fuck over your bitch ass!
Right channel:
Fuck them motherfuckers. Goddamn them sons of bitches. Don't they know who they fucking with? Don't they know I'm their worst nightmare? I'm a type of motherfucker you think you see, but I'm not really there. But all my thoughts are clear, cause I live off of fear. All I wanna do is suck your blood dry and smoke some fry, and your mama wanna ask me why... (laughs) Man, fuck them, man! You like to report shit? Well, report me getting my motherfucking fist out of your mother's forehead, cause I know half of my body is Chucky and the other half is Bushwick, And fucking over media ain't nothing but "Child's Play!" The fucking media with that Tell-Lie-Vision --- I already know you're "telling lies to my vision"! And Dope-E is ready to light some true facts, and you are just straight up full of shit! Weather reporters? We be out there on the streets. We are in the middle of a war zone. Y'all sit back behind your desk and send some other sucker to tell you some shit that ain't even true, but if you keep fucking with me, you gonna know what is what...!
Both channels:
Yai-yai-yaiks on your bitch ass!
