Beat Butcha - State Of Hip-Hop vs. Xzibit lyrics

[Verse 1] Man, I'm talking about that six four rag top Green, with the back racked Everything matte black, colder than a six pack You know what the f** 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 nothing to fear We have nothin' to lose, pressure applyin' the rules Bust on a motherf**er and knock him up out of his shoes That's what my coast love, good money, great d** Every bad b**h you can think of Swagged out, loced out, flamed on, purve out sh** face from shots, your words come swirled up Better put the word out, mind I find the mediocre I'm a bust it down, serve 'em like a bunch of smokers You can f** around, who else get the fly You know I asked your little mind, "Is your pride worth dying over?" [Hook] Order in the court, that's what you came to see The state of hip hop versus Mr. X to the Z Not a verdict to see, just the moment of truth Fighting the fight of my life, jury ready to shoot I be my own attorney, watching you try to burn me down Testimony testifier from the underground Order in the court, that's what you came to see The state of hip hop versus Mr. X to the Z [Verse 2] I create in a dark, darkest place in my heart I finish off with your started terror, I tear you apart I am not for them games, I'm the climb to the change Dread the eye and the needle, that means accurate aim That means I can arrange haters and hideous things I'm the sickness you feel, sickness from popping a vein Paranormal presence that people who can never explain Why deal with the devil when dealing with you is the same? I got a proposition, for all you b**hes listening Get in position, let me nail it like a crucifixion Give you what you've been missing 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 f**ing over my opposition It's time to set the standing, the mothership is landing We didn't come here in peace, we're here to take the planet [Hook] [Verse 3] I came up with the wolf, they came out with them tools Elevate you out the earth gravitational pool This is not for the week, this time works for the streets Mister X to the Z, motherf**, what you think? Motherf**, what you blog, this for my loss and my dogs Standing tall, still calling shots from behind the wall I've been tried and I'm true, rea**emble my crew Carry on tradition, position I'm put here to do Make movements my elemental, I did make some improvements You can check my potential, tool to never pursue it If I listen to critics, there would be no Xzibit Dreams splattered and broken never breaking my spirit Listen close, you can hear it, the footsteps of the future Ain't no time like the present, live the past and excuses f**ed on anything, f** it, I keep it exclusive You just saw as if acoustic, this that real n***a music