DJ Premier - Rap Phenomenon lyrics

[Intro] "Well it's the Funk Docta Spock.." "Meth-Tical.." "Biggie.. Biggie.." (mmmhmmmmmm) [Verse 1 - Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo c'mon Big) uhh.. f** that, I preach it, my nine reaches The prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie sh** Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches Smack ya cabbage, half-a** rappers, shouldn't have it So I grab it, never run, the outcome Is usually, a beatdown brutally, f** who you be Or where you're from, West or East coast, squeeze toast Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what? The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth It's more than I expected, I thought your j**els was rented But they wasn't, so run it, cousin I could chill, the heat doesn't Ran up in your shell about a dozen You never see bank like Frank White Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate You 'bout to die, n***a wait, keep yo' hands high [Redman] Yo.. yo yo I don't brownnose out of town hoes I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect You a** like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothes Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear I'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson here Your time is near, so get your body dropped off I stopped trustin n***as since Gotti got caught It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue The Doc was born with a grenade palm I'm concurrent in your hood like a, teenage mom Yo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my bay-bayy If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high [Hook x2] "This rule is so underrated.." -] "Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin" - "Ain't no other kings in this rap thing.." - "Biggie, a motherf**in rap phenomenon" - [Verse 3 - Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhh I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed Motherf**er please, it's my block with my rocks f** that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops Me and my n***a Lance, took Kim and Cee's advance Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants From Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion b**hes get naked off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem" Don't forget, "One More Chance" and, my other hits, other sh** n***as spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually In and out like f**in rapidly, pa** the gat to me Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin blasphemy Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often Frank Wizzard, f** you soft or fragilla Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer Slash Gorilla, slash illest turned k**er [Method Man] Now now Don't approach me with that rah rah sh**, you out of pocket I take these adolescents back to Spofford Mentally my energy, is like a figure eight, on it's side That's infinity -- too many sick n***as, nickel nines; Bring the remedy -- when you play the field, what's the penalty Unnecessary roughness, career endin injuries for s**ers Stuck on stupid, shoot em with a dart like Cupid Until they got love for my music Star Wars I'm Han Solo, with three egoes And three charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s" This is whoop-yo'-a**-day, the sequel Eyeball blower with no equal, n***as swingin swords in the WAR That's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll up This is a hold up, hands high, reach for the sky I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye New York sh**ty, put they weight on it And who better for the job than Biggie? The Notorious Jeee-zus, "Unbelievable" rhyme that reaches And touch individual, small frame buck and change MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chain All about the fortune, f** the fame, labels still extortin Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin Hot -- forcin my way up in the door To k** the bullsh** like a matador Keep your hands high (what?)