Chops - U Know Who It Is lyrics

[Verse One: Chops] Sooner or later some sh** like this was bound to happen Witness the sound of a cla**ic Like Enter The Dragon, found yourself drown in acid Each and every time my sounds is blasting Breaking beat makers down to fractions You play around with matches Surrounded with gas from folks you hang around But that's just smoke up your clown a**es Funny how cats just, throw they weight around bragging Talking a mound of trash but found trapped in my basement Bound and gagged and now who's laughing? Get down ya ba*tards Cow Tao bow to the master Powerful tracks and rapping; how 'bout that sh**? Y'all 'bout to eat the gun neat like a pound of chapstick Track wizard, powerful magic Cast a spell, you cats out looking sorry like Ms. Jackson My efforts is deffer than a closed caption backspin The rhythm make equivalent of Chow Yun-Fat with two gats blasting [Hook: Raekwon (Chops)] {x2} Everyone knowing that butcher's on the beat, yo (You know who it is) "Ya nahmean?" "Chops, the butcher baby, magnificent" - Mountain Brothers 'Birds Of Paradise" "Chops burn the house down" - Mountain Brothers 'Opin Wide' [Verse Two: Chops] My beats rhymes and bars is all I have left Without or with a group, grandmaster of badness House of Ill Repute, Landcaster Ave, the address Grab the mic and wear it out like a hoe's mattress I spit just the facts like Dragnet Attract fans like a magnet Use your head for something else beside a hat rest You know them faces the crowd is making From the nasty rhymes you thought you was kicking; that was bad breath Mad heads wanna bring drama than cable access Just some local cats that's dummies Getting ready to feel hurt like a crash test Be sweating more than a p**no actress that's...taking a math test You ain't paid no dues, got some bad debts, writing bad checks To video tricks to flash flesh To cover the fact that you express wackness Just a bunch of Shallow Hal's can't see my phatness like... [Hook] [Verse Three: Chops] Dedicated to heads I looked out for and ain't did sh** for me It's all good cause I got a master plan like Mister Cee 'Bout to savor the taste of victory While y'all separated like six degrees It ain't sweet like Crispy Creme Meanwhile the whole industry fienda be hit by me Anticipate the buzz like when you twist the tree Cause this will be be The moment where the rubber hits the street Because my sh**'s complete Chops be spitting heat over top of the sickest beats Heads bobbing instinctively And every city know my mix is mean Ba** and snares, hats, kicks crisp and clean Still you ask the kid will I spit sixteen? It's a mystery See I might get all in your mouth like Listerine Make the house rip at the seams Whole crowd sh** they jeans Right before I be out and split the scene Or I might chill and not say sh** like Mr. Bean [Hook]