Stop the Press

Lyrics

Chorus : Hold your breath, stop the press, i got finesse Your whole team is a crowd of charlatans A sad commentary on the hearts of men We barked once then we bargin' in Make or lay mothafucka cuz we sharks with fins One drop of blood in the millions gallons of water I'm on to galvanise your slaughter Appear out of nowhere like how's your daughter Laughing hella fiendishly...your hardest rocker Commin from the sideline commentary Tom and Jerry pop cherries, but I ride freaks Girls who like to shrub me at the royal reefs suites And more of these beats can ensure that we eat They flounderin, lobster and shrimps Snakes will surround you, you gotta be swift Indiana Jones and the temple of doom My thoughts are Al Capone, how your enemies loom Uh it's psychological combat With that empire infallible with life that's beyond rap I come from an era where your mic can get charged at From rappin on stage and you look like a mall rat (hehe) Silent Bob see, a violent mob At the house party trippin when the mic is on Pencil neck geeks and pipsqueaks is mince meat Hacky sack and frisbee, now you wanna mc ? –what ? You ain't halfway creative A sideshow oddity the math I relate Keep your mind growing constantly, smile for the cameras You never get a show where they wild with the hammers Hear it into your soul like a rays of a gamma, with stamina See it into your eyes you's a cancerous tumour A sideway shooter and a rumour mill Ganks getting over but I'm sure to hold a mil ? Chorus Me I'm not about all the rubys and emeralds And "alibaba-alakazam", I keep it simple You come thru the east side of Oakland Showin these diamonds glowin See your neck might get broken, I told em That's not a threat it's a bet, I keep it low key In the jungle they know me as Mowgli Raised with the wolves but I only go so deep Back in junior high my homies used to hold heat And get that money sayin "Op" got cold feet Fuckin with that herb and rock, duckin police I gave em multiple reasons, I'm close to my freedom And don't wanna be em, when cold and not breathin I roll with the heathens Most of us roach, so we focused on greenbacks And hope to achieve that... American dream Pirouettin ' vets and harrows thats clean ? It's the pharaoh black king Chorus [scratches]