State Of Hip-Hop vs. Xzibit

Lyrics

[Intro: Xzibit & Alonzo from Training Day (2001)] Yeah, you wanna get shit done, you gotta get it done yourself Holy Shit Breathe Yeah Breath, there you go Hahaha Breath, dawg Yeah! Let it go Yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, huh Yeah, go Go Yes Breathe [Verse 1] Man, I'm talkin' 'bout that '64 rag-top Clean with the back racked Everything matte black, colder than a six pack You know what the fuck it is and what I came to do Now put your hands up in the air like I'm about to shoot My agenda is here, crystal perfectly clear Breathe apocalypse in, we have nothin' to fear We have nothin' to lose, pressure applyin' the rules Bust on a motherfucker and knock him up out of his shoes That's what my coast love, good money, great drugs Every bad bitch you can think of Swagged out, loced out, flamed on, purve out Shit faced from shots, your words come slurred out Better put the word out, modified and mediocre I'ma bust it down, serve 'em like a bunch of smokers You can fuck around, rounds get to flyin' Know I asked your little mind, "Is your pride worth dying over?" [Chorus] Yeah Order in the court, this what you came to see? The state of hip hop versus Mr. X to the Z Now the verdict is in, this the moment of truth Fightin' the fight of my life, jury ready to shoot I be my own attorney, prosecution try to burn me down Testimony, testifyin' from the underground Order in the court, this what you came to see? The state of hip hop versus Mr. X to the Z (Yeah) [Verse 2] I create in the dark, darkest place in my heart I finish off what you started, terror, I tear you apart I am not for them games, I'm the climate of change Thread the eye of the needle, that means accurate aim That means I can arrange heinous and hideous things I'm the sickness you feel, seconds from poppin' a vein Paranormal presence that people can never explain Why deal with the devil when dealin' with you is the same? I got a proposition for all you bitches listenin' Get in position, let me nail it like a crucifixion Give you what you've been missin' A man in my condition shouldn't be allowed around crowds without supervision Call it a superstition, can't get this out my system I got a fetish for fuckin' over my opposition It's time to set the standard, the mother ship has landed We didn't come here in peace, we came to take the planet [Chorus] Yeah Order in the court, this what you came to see? The state of hip hop versus Mr. X to the Z Now the verdict is in, this the moment of truth Fightin' the fight of my life, jury ready to shoot I be my own attorney, prosecution try to burn me down Testimony, testifyin' from the underground Order in the court, this what you came to see? The state of hip hop versus Mr. X to the Z [Verse 3] I come out with them wolves, they came out with them tools To elevate you out the earth's gravitational pull This is not for the weak, this that work for the streets Mr. X to the Z, motherfuck what you think Motherfuck what you blog, this for my locs and my dogs Standin' tall, still callin' shots from behind the wall I've been tried and I'm true, reassemble my group Carry on tradition, position I'm put here to do Make movements, monumental, I done made some improvements You can check my credentials, told to never pursue it If I listen to critics, there would be no Xzibit Dreams battered and broken, never breakin' my spirit Listen close, you can hear it, the footsteps of the future Ain't no time like the present, leave the past and excuses Fucked on everything walkin', now I keep it exclusive You just soft as acoustic, this that real nigga music