Ski Beatz - Prowler 2 lyrics

Welcome to my little party in your honor The guest list has been compiled so that you go out in style You don't mind if my friends introduce themselves, do you Leroy? Then let the games begin! Ha! Back up in the booth and my "V" is for Vendetta f** the last rhyme, to tell you the truth I got 10 better I bend letters over 'til they look like "n's" And then offend so many men with them, they look like fems I'm a feminine rebel, forever cleverer than your sh** Never be level with n***as' sh**, my flow can float b**h Figure out the dosage to administer vaccines Sickness I invoke in close considered the Black Jean It's Blakroc, it's Blacksmith Miss Grae and I'm back, b**h Hulk-smash hara** a motherf**er most pa**ionate Fashion plate, magistrate Fascinating lady, grab your Vaseline and masturbate Emasculate your manhood, possibly damn good Dismantle all your posse turn them p**y with tan hoods Don't push me, I don't land good Liable to fly up off the handle like a pan would And "swoosh," hit. Mrs. Woods Salt rivers flowing out my eyeballs Pierced side, broke legs, bearing my cross The old heads told me life wasn't a game But mine steady feeling like pinball, dodgeball Chasing freedom, establish a kingdom And build a stone castle out of thinwall, drywall I'm a keep going 'til God call or the sky fall Or they blast me on a gra**y knoll and try to blame Oswald Average Joe Blow, mastering my mojo Cinder block, karate chop Practice in the dojo (uh) If it's so-so, I'll probably be a no show Shootin' the willy bobo out on Nostrand with the po' folks (uh) Black dragon rap, flames out the nostrils From Crown Fried to Roscoe's I'm spreading the gospel I overcame like the Saints done the Falcons Like Hoover did to Malcolm Yaowa! Y'all know what the f** I do Bubble gum buster, so easy to f**in' chew Lyrics I blow bubbles to Unoriginal, it's easy to make another you Finding my telly keys the only way you'll get a W n***as ain't grizzly, y'all all soft and huggable I came up in the gutter, you came up like all the Huxtables You don't want me to black-belt-to-d**h you Karate chop your pops, Liu Kang kick your nephew Hi yaowa! To hell is where I send 'em Y'all just learned the art I been tighter than your denims I'll "Ryu" or "Ken" 'em I'm cla**ic with the pen Give me five minutes I'll show you I'm deadly with the venom Poison with the darts See your boys be in the park My boy be in the park Yeah, annoyin' all the narcs We two different types, see, you spit what you write What I spit is the truth and truth comes to the light