Act Right

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tame One] When I politic With cliques, I'm representing from the Bricks, west district 07106 and shit, I sip Hennessy fifths 'Til my energy dips. When my enemies riff They catch a Kennedy hit. You want static? Better turn to Channel 3 with no cable. I'm mentally stable Able to merc' a whole label, my sixteen bars Diss rappers like A&Rs, I take charge Like you purchasing clothes with credit cards, I vomit Atomic Glocks of cosmic slop, sick enough to throw This planet into toxic shock. You wanna battle me? That'll be tragedy. Actually, I be blacking like cavities In a very rapid capacity, certified Psychopathic, the rap classic, well above Average, still can get savage, iller than Regie Miller with threes at the buzzer in OT The New Jerusalem O.G [Hook: Tame One] (x2) Act right That's right, cats might trip, rap right And have niggas like, "That's my shit!" Never think It couldn't happen. Thanks to rapping, it's a fast life Do you and act right [Verse 2: Tame One] It ain't enough to talk tough You gots to back shit up or drive past and get Your dad's Cadillac hit up. Shoot, prison, then you End up missing, fly straight, play the role, and get Your ass took out like prom dates. I'm not one For playing with you industry cats, I stay into these raps Until I catch a memory lapse, I keep a poker face Showing no emotions when I'm open, constantly smoking Hoping you suckers don't think I'm joking. Competition Listen: don't be wasting your time. I'm hating your rhymes So I just replace 'em with mines 'cause I rap Like I act like: antisocial, and critics that wanna Diss it can't stand my vocals, but I'm stuck In my ways, and I won't change for shit 'cause Tamester's Gangsta is just too dangerous, so act like You want it, and I'll deliver it to ya, come to your show And get the first eight rows to boo ya [Hook: Tame One] (x2) Act right That's right, cats might trip, rap right And have niggas like, "That's my shit!" Never think It couldn't happen. Thanks to rapping, it's a fast life Do you and act right [Verse 3: Tame One] The 973 MC far from friendly, sparks the sensi Before you start up your Bentley, and just 'cause You paid, don't mean that you ain't afraid, so be humble Or catch it in this concrete jungle. Try if You will to deny my skill 'cause you just another Wannabe that I might kill. Ice grills Don't mean much when I be in the cut, weeded up Not caring. Beef? I heat it up. Don't compare me To nothing you heard, that's my word. They'll be picking you Off of the curb for working my nerves. Son you like I was your pops, running your spot 'cause nothing you got Is worth having to run from the cops. I'ma let you live Even though I'm positively negative, hit off sedatives I be pissing off my relatives. This ain't A game 'cause I'm living off the chain, I'm using my brain Finding it hard to maintain [Hook: Tame One] (x2) Act right That's right, cats might trip, rap right And have niggas like, "That's my shit!" Never think It couldn't happen. Thanks to rapping, it's a fast life Do you and act right