Lawndarts (Original)

Lyrics

Dept. of Rec. ft. Doap Nixon, Breez Evahflowin', and Planetary - "Lawndarts" [Emcee(s): Doap Nixon, Breez Evahflowin', Adam 12, and Planetary] [Producer(s): Stape Mega] [Scratches: Drew Dollars] [Verse 1: Doap Nixon] Sleepy Hollow tracks, slang-talk rap, cosmopolitan Who stayed vexed. Cannibal stress, I keep it bottled in Inside me. I'll politick widely, stay high like Ra be My flows penetrate like sodomy. Why these rappers Lie to me? All their verses should be apologies I'll run with suns, deal with science more than biologies I've been tight shit since the days of micsmiths Playing third base, I'll numb mics like herb laced Spit rhymes with a preferred taste. My words placed Over a track in a superb tape. That's word to state I've been raw since the first place. Fucker, negotiate We motivate. My whole clique be holding weight, nigga So stop the press 'fore you make me cock my Wess'. I'll run With sheisty-ass niggas that'll hit you soon as you drop your vest All night, plot your rest binocular-style It started off at twelve, yeah, [?]. Now this Rap shit? We're locking it down. All Philly blocks I'm locking it down, stove-topping it brown Anything between me and twelve, I'm knocking it down Doap Nixon, bitch. I'll still smoke on a block with a frown What? [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] Who out there Talking the styles? Show respect for the dead It's about to get hot. Go find a spot next to Ed. You could Drop off the head what you're joking and shit. You couldn't Come off the top if you spoke with your dick. Now beat that We ain't no cool-ass sleaze stacks I couldn't hear your shit 'cause they was hollering, "He's wack!" I'll be that, beating that ass for tree cash And love hearing niggas like, "Damn, yo, did you see that?!?" Blaze Battle bonanza. Lay up in spots with Extravagant dancers in a b-boy stance Looking like a human pyramid. Hear a midrange Missile hit. Flesh ripped apart from the ligaments Illegitimate, your demise type imminent Son you like a little Cuban immigrant. Ain't no Escape from the reach of The Beast. I'll make peace with The system of streets, stake my claim, make my Fame my name. Breez Evahflowin' straight Department of Rec., Stronghold, OuterSpace This is how you make Power Shakes: grip the mics Tighter than noose to squeeze out electrical juice [Hook: Samples with Scratches by Drew Dollars] "More than you bargained for" - Sample from Method Man on Method Man & Redman - "How High" (x8) [Interlude 1: Adam 12] Yeah, y'all know me [Verse 3: Adam 12] Ayyo, my name's Adam 12. On the real, that's my real name I'm a real hard player 'cause, hip hop, that's a real game Ain't no rules, no throwing-flag-around bullshit When it comes down to it, it's the monster trucks that rule shit Stape's sick percussion more stubborn than a mule kick Knock you up like experimenting teens in a toolshed Predicaments the kind you don't want to find yourself in I'll research your chick and stick it wherever the tool fit Two shits is what I give when it comes to other rap groups If you know me, generally, two shits is generosity Did anyone possibly expect me to quit this? Without eradicating every herb in the business Of rapping? Believe me, like, ninety-five percent of these Retards with a record that is guilty of heresy And perjury and clothing-obsessed femininity Don't test me 'cause I'll get extremely raw on y'all extremities [Verse 4: Planetary] I'll blast troops from their grass roots to cashews Grab tools that could stab fools. It's bad news Mad crews try to approach, flash Q, but For every three cats in my clique, add two We come in packs of five to attack your tribe OuterSpace roll with foul and come back with size. We're from The five. There's sixty-five ways to die Set free, setting off the most amazing high Blaze the sky, watch the planes crash, insane math Scientific inferno, I'm ill, flames wrath We burn a torch. Whom it may concern: the force of my Rap page makes your body turn to corpse Ayyo, Doap, tell Stape that I'm in love with this beat. And Adam 12 to drop something 'cause, yo, cousin, it's sweet We hover the street. My nigga, O be bubbling heat Up in the path, banging Pun. I hope he up there in peace What? [Hook: Samples with Scratches by Drew Dollars] "More than you bargained for" - Sample from Method Man on Method Man & Redman - "How High" (x14)