Threat - Nowhere 2 Hide lyrics

[Hook] No escape, can't get away Dumpin' with them funky rhymes (Pull it out, n***as run like snot) Nowhere 2 hide [Verse 1: Threat] I deliver to you the new blueprints Vocal instruments phat like them Goodyear blimps We pimps, beats, put 'em on the streets Twenty-four hours, seven days a week I kick science, but they still haven't learned Step beyond the point of no return and get wet The rhythmic, hypnotic ear narcotics Strictly for fanatics and the g**n addicts Around the globe, follow ya nose Down with the underground from my head to my toes Ride the groove like a three-day cruise Peace to the East but the West Coast rules The chocolate child unleashed out the wild Break the Richter scale and make the party shake tails Baddest on the atlas just tryin' to stay down You gotta get up or get off or get clowned [Hook] [Verse 2] I came across a close shave runnin' with them renegades All on display on KTLA I hate to do it but I'm stupid, don't test me Unless you wanna get your new clothes all messy We fed 'em beats but they still insist to spit words But they can't f** with this, they get served Graduated old school G degree Calm down the savage in any MC North, south, east, west By simply hittin' 'em with the melody I possess So raise your hands up high and get all the way wit' it It's the joint, bodies get the munches when they hit it Like that? Yep, bigger, fatter than the piece Inflation went up and made the k**in' increase So long for the plan you was plottin' ‘Cause it's long and forgotten once your style turned rotten [Hook] [Verse 3] It's the mad maestro and it ain't no other Turn milk into honey and make bread off bu*ter I hold the title in the middle of my palm For makin' freaks dance on the floor ‘til dawn Make way, let me show you how it's done It's a party and the player hatin' n***as can't come Got rhymes on my pad and they all hit rocks Don't sleep ‘cause the sheep just might be a fox On a hunt, hot on the trail Hoe givin' up the draws ‘cause her n***a in jail On the bottom of the ocean to the top of the hill MCs can't deal with my hi-tech sk**s They tight tight, last all night Buckle up for safety and prepare to take flight Destination on to the next plateau It's the Zuu in the house you can't funk with the flow [Hook]