Pull Out Your Cut

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. Lif] Lif – a new state of mind, new state of being Constantly striving to understand what you're seeing Finding the courage to stop fleeing Problems that lie within,  So this is where we begin Self-esteem: something that's diminishing Look upon the faces of the youth, you'll see them withering Societal pressures can be imprisoning Look at the effects that they have on us all is rather vividly How many women you know with eating disorders? How much make-up on the faces of our pre-pubescent daughters? Dudes are acting macho and they don't know why A famous never-written motto is that "boys should never cry" Keep all those emotions bottled up – now what's up? You can't communicate once you became an adult Situations got brought 'cause you had lockjaw Your kids ended up learning about life from a pop star But I feel that rap is more real Matter of fact, this music's gotten me through many an ordeal I was laying on a stretcher, kicking rhymes by Eazy-E After falling off my bike, while holding food from Mickey D's So I chilled, had to calm my mental state Happy with the knowledge that the music helped me meditate And while I'm healing, waiting for this world to erupt You can catch me sitting next to my crate, pulling out cuts [Chorus: Rakim scratched] "Pull out your cut" [Spoken] Yeah, that's what I'm talking about right there But yo, kid, yo – I was buggin' You remember "Watch Me Now" by Ultramagnetic? Oh, of course, dog, my favorite joint though was Gang Starr What's that joint? How's that joint go? Wait, yo, I think I remember, yo... [Verse 2: Mr. Lif & KRS-One sample] "I'll flip, you know I'll flip the script I said I'll flip, you know I'll flip the script" The Guru – he's been my idol for years Ripping shit with Premier, making the b-boys cheer And the GZA, "Investigative Reports" He, Ghost, and Raekwon, they didn't take no shorts Plus the R, 'cause that's the way that it has to be These brothers redefined lyrical mastery And I could go on, cold pulling cuts for days But I got something to say about you rappers today Your rhymes drop in weak spurts, so you bite 'til your teeth hurt But I'm your dentist, so meet my apprentice Chucky, and Charlie Bronson from Death Wish I couldn't hoard all of these medical skills and be selfish It's hard to say rhymes with no incisors or canines I kill all the weak finds of miniscule brain vines 'Cause I'm the type of kid that's on the positive tip But that's because I suppress my urges to slaughter you quick But this time, I just can't fight the feeling That's why I'm smiling as your small intestines dangle from the ceiling You're over, as KRS has said on the track "It means return of the real hard beats and real rap" [Chorus: Rakim scratched] "Pull out your cut"