Stevie J - Shogun lyrics

[Intro: Shaq Diesel {Canibus}] (One) Yo yo (One two!) Yo Big {Talk to me Big} (Check me out right here yo) Yo Big Big, tell 'em turn it up! {Yo talk to me so I can talk to them} Turn it up! (You need to turn the track up a little bit for me) {Tell me what the f** to do} Turn it up! (All up in my ears, the mic is loud but the music ain't loud) Yo... this ain't about battlin, this ain't about beef no more (Yeah) {True} We stickin to the music {aight then} (Yeah!) You had a couple, a couple of altercations A couple of cats knocked you down - you gon' stay down? {Hell no n***a!} You gon' get up? {I'm 'bout to slay these n***as!} Show me that lyrical fitness you was talkin 'bout {Aight then, aight, let's go!} (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) [Canibus] Aiyyo the sun don't shine forever, but I could rhyme forever I'm a Ripper, this is personal n***a I'm back - so charged, I don't know how to act The face lifter, Kay Slay, Money Mark and Shaq [Shaq Diesel] In the Commission, I ain't got to ask for sh** I'm D's Capo, B.I.G. from the Bricks You heard of me, seven one, three-fitty Real black and sh**ty, wife real pretty Shaq Dizzy, I take what you won't give me I bust off a couple, b**h let 'em hold fifty MC's is comical, Sasquatch phenomenal IV's plug in your arm inside the hospital Never gotta spit, I make more than Mike Anyone - Jordan, Jackson, Tyson Ac-shun Diesel, ridiculous Big Shaq, Kay Slay, 'Bis back to bust [Canibus] Can-I-bust verbal to burst you Raw sh**, forklift the high hats in the side to let my verse through I'm so high in the clouds I gotta aim down Lyrically I'm six foot one from the waist down Lay down or taste rounds from the trey pound Kiss the ground as you lay face down Ghetto life is a d**h sentence Born in the hood, end up dead slumped over a car engine I am Shogun, loved by no one My props stop when the show's done, how come? These uncreative ungrateful scum Been where I been, but can't understand where I'm from Let me show you how the fire work over here son You gon' wear that watch, you might as well wear a gun When you come around real gangsters, you don't front Unless life is a luxury that you don't want The long gat, the stocking cap, serious As a heart attack like Redd Foxx puttin on the act Couple more reps, let the muscles flex Damn you gettin big 'Bis, they don't love you yet? I'm as smooth as smooth can get I shake your hand to bruise your neck to improve your breath Hang with rappers, actors and descendant masters Puffin on hash and defendin the cla**ics I got hip-hop in my blood, I'm blessed Outside the bones but inside the flesh They better film this sh**, cause I'm 'bout to blaze you And get it on tape too, I'm 'bout to Kay Slay you Somebody gon' grab you, try to escape Hold you down while I perform capouetta on your face Why you sound like that? Why you tear the mic down like that? Why you sound so intense when you rap? The airborne a**ault you can't call off, breathe exhaust Like a horse or a supercharged Mustang Ford Good God n***as is weak, I got real power Y'all rap for minutes, I rap for hours Now I only got a couple more bars to pounce ya Over the counter d**, Canibus all in ya mouth son I wish this was a battle, I'd grab the mic And do curls and destroy you in front of the world Besides Corey Gunz, ain't sh** hot since I been gone Maybe it's because you puff the same sh** I bent on Kay Slay, 2004 n***a, the Ripper.. Mic Club, get the picture? Mic Club, get the picture?