Scum

Album cover art for "Scum" by Arrakis Records & Dept. of Rec.

Arrakis Records & Dept. of Rec. - Rap

Scum

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Duration: 5:28

Lyrics

Arrakis Records (ft. Dept. of Rec.) - "Scum" [Emcee(s): Adam 12] [Producer(s): Stape Mega] [Scratches: Panic] [Intro: Adam 12] Yeah, I've done some dirt in my lifetime, nah'mean? I lied just like everybody else. But there's a line that can be crossed, motherfuckers. And I'm here to point it out [Verse 1: Adam 12] This joint's for all you slimebags, scummy little dummies Who rob your moms for money, cornerbar junkies The definition of filth. I've been 'round the block in more Hoods than you can count and got your stats on lock Not an inkling of decency, strung-out little heathens be Jacking old ladies for two bags of weed. What kind of Loser life you lead? Got parents and friends Ain't no excuse for half a million things that you did Yo, I know you cats and wouldn't let none of y'all stay with me So don't give me pounds when you see me around Young buck derelicts think I don't know shit. I know Places you broke in and neighborhoods where you live Wannabe thugs, wack rap, love the buttfucks The day's gonna come when you end up getting stuck Cornered without your mens, dead out of luck, dead ducks You can't power it up when you're sliced like cold cuts [Hook: Adam 12] Scum look you in the eye like you fam, then Bam! The criminal crawls out again, jump Cars trying to manipulate, but, so far You can't fool me 'cause my eyes can see that y'all Scum, look me in the eye like you fam, then Bam! The criminal crawls out again, jump Cars trying to manipulate, but, so far You can't fool me 'cause my eyes can see [Verse 2: Adam 12] I got so many files on so many peeps That the stacks are so high that I can't even reach. I know What got done, who knows what, and who won't tell Who ripped off the safe and who fucked with the twelves Suckers talk so much shit, their necks swell Like constipated intestines. No need to mention No names 'cause y'all know who you are anyway Acting like healers when you only cause pain I'm sick of corny thieves acting like friends Dicks who steal cookies right out your cabinets Or movies and CDs. It's real, yo, believe me Kids act like they're brothers and stab the shit out each other's Backs. It's wack, beyond comprehension One small shit so bad, you ruin a friendship? I don't understand that. Probably 'cause I'm a man that Knows what love is and can see the difference between [Hook: Adam 12] Scum trying to give you hugs like you fam, then Bam! There's a knife stuck in your back again. Crack- -heads in the bar, waiting to attack heads For your box of Newports and your pair of Puma sweats Scum, look me in the eye like they're fam, then Bam! The criminal crawls out again, jump Cars trying to manipulate, but, so far You can't fool me 'cause my eyes can see [Verse 3: Adam 12] I ain't pulling no punches with this one, kids You could feel the hate, hear the disgust for he who's upstate Six years, six Christmas passed. He's a free man Too much [?], I hear doors slam again I should have no love, not a drip for that son of a bitch Tore his own mom's heart out and then stomped on it An idiot who lived for his gang of nitwits Went straight from the pen to the sleazepit again Star rings, Topp cards, brothers pay for rap loot Walked past the corner, seeing heads wearing my boots And my hat. (What's up, Adam 12?). Give me my shit back I broke jaws back for a bundle of wet Wondering why heads didn't even write a motherfucker He didn't deserve the toilet tissue and wiped his ass, but did you? Tell you what: write a Freudian line one more time And it's blowup time to the head with a fucking nine iron We talk about an asshole (Asshole), the world's biggest trouble We hang with dirtballs instead of people who love 'em Now he hung up again, but where the rest of his clique? Was there cohorts in the heist buying brand-new shit? Still free on the street, but when dude get out, yo It's on. He getting straightened out—straight up, what? [Outro: Samples with Scratches by Panic] (x2) "Take these words home and think it through" - Sample from Prodigy on Mobb Deep - "Shook Ones Pt. II" (x4) "Or the next rhyme I write might be about you" - Sample from Prodigy on Mobb Deep - "Shook Ones Pt. II"

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  • Adam 12