Juice Magazin - Hide Ya Face lyrics

(Intro: Ghostface k**ah (El-P)) Yeah, nothin' but fly beats runnin' float Around here and sh**, about to pop off all (from outta The robes, to the new world) It's about to pop off, (Ghostface and Lazer Face And you never this sh** before) Hide ya face, yo I told y'all n***as it's about to pop (hide ya face) Here we go, come on man, New York, we got y'all n***as up top (f** this, hide ya face) Hold me down, Brooklyn (Ghostface k**ah) Yo, this is Ghostface/Theodore, I'm magically suspicious Police try to get money, and sell my pictures To the star ledger, (tell 'em), inquirin' minds wanna know How Pretty Tone get robes as soft as snow Where the bird go? That sh** flew south for the winter Why my piece hold the face, the size of plates at dinner Was Masquerade a true story? What happened to the Clan? Did I really dodge d**h? Am I true Ironman? (El-P) Yo, this is Lazer Face, El Produnctive funk, plus you'll dance this I leg sweepin', runnin' man stance, with my commandment Spit that, hardly arty, semi-retarded and grawnny Ungodly stoppin' me, put holes in your body heat Bang, avoid your imminent, f** with coat hanger That lick off, of the set of altercation without anger Was that the sh** you running with? Equip this with a pair of scissors Cook coke with a Brooklyn word poet, with Tony, the Iron Wizard (Chorus: El-P (Ghostface k**ah)) You be lyin' to the fans on your tape (hide ya face) Cuz radio don't play you, doesn't mean that you great Baby, less talk and sh** in my face (hide ya face) Muthaf**a, we hold the legendary breath that we take You ridin' dirty when your man, had the plates (hide ya face) Wear your seatbelt, and make sure to keep it light on the brakes You been crafted by the United States (hide ya face) You wind up gunnin' out a chopper, another man and his hate Oh break... (hide ya face) (Interlude: Ghostface k**ah) Oh sh**, when the beat gon' drop? f** it, I'm gonna get big money, here we go n***a (El-P) Embarresed her, ba*tard bet, the colamity, rap knowledge Or fever, amonk liquids stickin' ya character Plannin' obitueries, with a cralon cepter Last of the unforgiven, spittin' insanity lectures From where, from the era of the Dapper Dan tecture I'm fully pullin' on loosy nukie, from the BK sector Oh was that the sh** you runnin' with? Yeah, b**h with a broken caraproder The eyes on both, of the male room supervisor, of my last job (Ghostface k**ah) Aiyo, it's Tony Starks, the Wallabee clarks, the fly minks The first n***a to pop, them yellow bottles for drinks Big links, only built for D. Coles, I peep hoes You god damn right, I f** fans, and get G. robes And spinnach, bread like the Pillsbury dough I got a red nose pick, with the high pro glow My hydro flow? I got it locked, but y'all don't know Watch when your enterprise go public, and Starks just blow (Chorus)