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Element of Surprise

Album cover art for "Element of Surprise" by U-God & Masta Killa

U-God & Masta Killa - Rap

Element of Surprise

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Duration: 3:07

1998.

Lyrics

[Intro: La the Darkman] Bear witness to the god, young thugs don't live long Life is a game of chess (and you playing the pawn) I be the king, listen to the knowledge I born Walk a righteous path, you can never go wrong [Verse 1: La the Darkman] Yo, East New York on Schenectady, this kid live next to me Manifest his destiny, to specialize in treachery Subliminal, wanted to be nothing, but a criminal With braids, and doo-loo dropped out the eight grade Trading rocks, mad obsessed wit guns, was infected Should of came amongst gods, could of been resurrected He expected to live long, holding the Glock Never opened up his lessons, never took the salat Robbed a liquor store, the old man knew him since four Still slapped him wit the toast and son emptied the cash drawer Watchin news flicks, what the kid did, gettin famous Found the owner in the back of the store, left brainless The stainless was found, in the sewer three blocks down The DE's flashed his picture around the Polo Grounds Kicked his grandmother door down, wit a search warrant Hand cuffed him in his boxers, tipped off by an informant He was sentenced to 32, Y Equality Allah rules, he should of listened to his jewels [Chorus: La the Darkman and Masta Killa] Young thugs don't live long Life is a game of chess, and you playing a pawn I be king, listen to the knowledge I born Walk a righteous path, and you can never go wrong (word up) [Verse 2: Masta Killa] This be the dance of the drunken, nigga found slunken Over the steering wheel with one to his head, black All those he drove his next destination of home Suddenly sniped from civilization Reality starts to set in His last thoughts flashing back to where it all begun A shorty who slung for a militant soldier Who made his bones by holding down the corner Never turned snitch even though he was pinched by the Feds He held his weight and did a bid Of two to six, as he sat from his cell with a vengeance He held in his heart like a ice pick Physically, he's cut the fuck up He tryna maintain but his head is fucked up To learn, the word on the streets confirmed Of the sickness, murdering a family member that turned informant He signed this in a moment of silence He broke it, this lead to bloodshed and violence [Verse 3: U-God] This chick Iris out in Queens had a cocaine Lexus Dime sexes, she rock a leather G necklace Building reckless, Queen kingpin deathwish Hit women that'll fuck you and return them the essence This evil widow, she pulled a fo'-fo' out the pillow Wit a silencer, la cosa nostra cats, they admired her They hide a force sting to hit the North Region king of teamster Head C.E.O. of, a major ring but one thing Lead to another, a leaf, blew her cover She got side-swiped, tied up, he buck fifty cut her He shot her both knees then, dumper her in the gutter It was gory, the top nigga tortured her for glory But, he let her live so she could about this story

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Credits

Writers
  • 4th Disciple
  • U-God
  • Masta Killa
  • La The Darkman