Psychological - ’95 Tip lyrics

This right here, homie This that first take sh**, you know what I’m saying? For my real heads All my real hip hop motherf**ers, they know they’re Roots sh**, you know what I mean? So we gon’ get it like this Let that beat drop, Psychological I spit fifties and sh** hundreds Do sh** that’s undid Spontaneously combust in these b**hes guts I get ’em wet, no need to touch Break their back like Dutches Keep ’em close like the toast I clutch Never the less I’m never depressed I keep feelings suppressed One of the best but need to listen if I’mma progress I’m ready to live, I’m ready to die, I’m ready to ride for rap I said it on a record, now I can’t take it back Stop, I shut it down like a bloodclot Smoke MCs, like a f**in bumbaclot Mic check, I come to catch wreck d**h before dishonor so I’m coming for your neck I pop MCs like Hymens Y’all gla** posing in studs but I’m a diamond Now recon, you need to listen I’m never dissin’ Unless your sh** is wack, I’ll beat you into submission Catch me fishin’ Cause I’m eating for a lifetime Wisdom in my mind I’m a star watch me shine f**ing your b**h from behind Record it and hit rewind I’m nasty, construct rhymes like rhinoplasty A hip-hop statue Rhymes coming at you, God bless you When I kick wisdom it never stress you or test you Unless you a dumb a** motherf**er (Psychological) Yeah, no want no more f** it, ayo Said this is mathematic tactics Murder this rap sh** Intravenously inject my prophylactics Inhale my words like a fresh batch of Vicks Similar to black ice cause the flow so slick What’s up, rappers hear the rhyme they slit they wrists up Do a whole ‘lotta talking, no rapping like fisticuffs Ah, yeah, (turn my headphones up) That’s all you sayin’ but I’m sprayin’ and I can’t get enough Raw, rugged and rough My alter ego, Mr. Tough I’ll call your bluff Face to face never snuff I murder you with predicate poetic balletic sh** No mercy cause if I grip the mic they might curse me Da Vinci flow Then I grip the mic I’m in control Before I manifested tendons I was rhyming as a embryo Living in vertigo Half of these f**ers don’t know Yeah, all day Drop tracks like that All nuts in Maryland stand up, that’s it I’m out, peace, one love f** if you doubt me (You are watching a master at work) Todd? Todd? Would you care for a gla** of grape juice? n***a, what the f** is juice? I want some grape drink, baby