Cappadonna - Taking Drastic Measures lyrics

[Intro: Drastic Measures #1 (Cappadonna)] Yo Cap, put down that blunt son Yo God, speak on them corpses God (Vanglorious, Cappadonna, worldwide vocabulary groceries 1996, before bio-chips, protect ya forehead and ya hand Third world society, Cappachino, forever Drastic Measures) Flip me some of that old Wu-Gambino [Cappadonna] I politic, anti-dustic, Donna take drastic I smashed it, wack rap n***as, we open caskets Too many crossed, picture me lost, I roll with more force My resume', top secret, deep like CIA The whole area +Under Siege+, my slang is bugged out with steez It's the attack of new era rap, Cappa stay strapped Park Hill forever, plus Orlando on the same map My man look, don't eat pork kid, danger like New York kid RZ' bomb, Jay bomb tracks from on a pyramid Drastic Measur-nation, the world cla**ic legislation Third world order, third world cyber creation [Chorus 3X] "True to the game" "Donna take drastic" -] Cappadonna (3X) "Initials untammed for you and your crew.." "Drastic.." [Drastic Measures #2] Wiz was poor, the scream, so ya need to wait Dial-tone, ya hate, but, they become ya face Makes, contemplate, checkmate, it's too late Got, quick lock, crime time, slot box, too Who knew, that the Drastic crew and Cappadonna-Wu Would have rappers call in sick like they had the flu? UPS barcode that'll ba** box moves Foes and hoes knows the Drastic rules But no, it don't hold, the productivity still flows Strick full calls at the man at the stands Wannabe jacks at hand but ain't nothin at hand They rockin, pop-lockin, stoppin all competitors from talkin My Glock slot won't stop 'til I reach the top That's my mot' hot when my pot lock off the rock [Chorus] [Drastic Measures #2] Number one, I'm the hot star rasta hiphopster Wealthy rock star eatin pasta I work that crack off by mantaining my posture Pleasureable heteros**ual as**ual individual Too busy thinkin about openin up fat a** resta-views Slicin up silly s**ers with violent gimmick tricks I'm doin backflips, Van Damme kicks and plummets Like roundhouse, hut, hut, hut, huh, Duece Biggalo Upside ya head, out goes ya tooth Spit out and shut up, cuz once ya broke I really get loose I'm rackin wack rappers on Belgian benches so check it out Featherweight, I press that booty up like a record Yea, I don't mean to talk about 9 Glocks Cuz you can't MC like I MC, how I MC Who am I? The original, more corrupt I'm just the man shinin new lights on ya brain New school with a twist, yo true to the game [Chorus] [Outro: Cappadonna] Maintainin, politicin, Drastic style Comin with that street slang mentality You know what time it is, Drastic.. kid..