This is only the beginning that ain't got no end, nigga Only the beginning, baby This is only the beginning that ain't got no end.
Let off a couple, for all my niggas startin trouble Souls are lost up in the shuffle, now apocalypse will bubble When the sky begins to crumble I'll exist amongst the galaxy The suns, the stars, the moons, in its universal majesty Simply verbal mastery is absurd when I spit this This lyricist stay on mad judge and DA's shitlist They try to prosecute me but I murk they only witness Now go and get your critics, they favorite rappers and mimicks While I leave em with a slitted wrist, stick up em at they tickets With my niggas Psycho Les and Corona don nigga JuJu My style move crowds like ( ? ) in Honolulu Holdin mics like how the Source is, ram a fork through your fortress Nogoodus be victorious, you other rappers get off it.
It's the narc'ie, taggin up places with a sharpie Faces in the dark be blazin ( ? ) When they see us, World's Famous Beatnuts, they greet us Honeys wanna meet us, duckies try to defeat us But that's Impossible like a Mission Tom Cruise couldn't even accomplish I'm leavin after I bomb this Properly, bring the noise to your property You probably call the cops on me, it's gotta be The Beatnuts if it's rare to the ear This year and every year, we gettin props everywhere I don't fuckin care what you claim hip-hop is My production bounce pretty like brown titties that are topless It's the horniest, Psycho bulgin Son be the corniest like Michael Bolton.
...part of me probably Cause a catastrophy, me and my faculty Actually it was extinct till when we linked And to think these bitches pack millies in the mix Makes me proud to be aloud and speak on how And what and like Rakim I'm movin the crowd I hold my gun with a psychotic grin, my metropolis Populates a gang of arsonists Build like a architect, the street publicist Hey yo, this is the issue I wet bodies and rip tissues, my niggas miss you As I get hold a few things be gettin harder Many kids be gettin larger but I'm keepin my guards up To protect myself from a wealthy environment Not to face my dark side is my first assignment But I can't face that with a mack or a squaw It takes myself and my mind to take charge But since I'm a outcast, no American Dream Brains to work, cause I'ma search for a scheme I hang with a gun cause everyone has one I move along with the world cause there be no re-runs Nigga.
You know the circumstance said to me: You don't stand a chance I cause a avalance to put you in a ambulance You lost sight, makin the moves you frostbite Same cowards that be duckin to the sounds of exhaust pipes Scared to tell, paranoid in this ghetto life Razor blade, gunplay is how they settle fights We into witchcraft, quick cats, they flip fast Stocking cap, facin a gun through a thick class The bankteller make you richer than a gram seller You in the jam, fella, doin time like Mandela But check the consequence, ain't too late to switch plans They say I'm broke but in my mind I'm a rich man The way I strike you recognize that you need time Don't need no psychics, through your eyes I can read mines While you feed swine, while you breathe wine, while you eat crime I take the time to make rhymes to make my seeds shine With efficient flows, so duck when the pistol blows ( ? ) of breath, a kiss of death under the mistletoe.
