[One.Be.Lo] Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five...

four (lift off) three, two One, Man, Army on a solo mission but I'm still starrin Still starvin, still marchin Train of thought like a drill sergeant Turn you battle rappers into real martyrs, but the real target The industry cause the real harm is when the deal's bargain kill the real artist, ever since the Sugar Hill started When Suga Ray was still sparrin, I was ill sparkin Skills far from real dark and Late Night was still Carson Skills sharper these days, these emcees still bitin, still barkin, still talkin real garbage Explains why I'm feelin so trash bag, +Glad+ I get the last laugh, you get the half mast flag Bent cash, quick fast, these rappers phony Thinkin this craft/Kraft is all about the +cheese macaroni+ I see the path before me, act like you know me Internationally center of attention, not even Shaq could post me Category, Trackezoids, beats classic only Feet tappin for me, that's the story 'til I'm Casper ghostly Every joint I'm on point, no need to ask Shinobi Swingin at your throat, be not +Breathin+ like you Braxton, Toni [Chorus - repeat 4X] Rocketship.. {*scratches*} Rocketship.. {*scratches*} [One.Be.Lo] Yo, I'm flowin now to blow the microphone out I spit the flows out, rinse the Scope mouth, no doubt Tickets sold out, black and white kids, Diff'rent Strokes house +Transform+ you pessimists to optimists and roll out +Decepticons+ style, Megatron, bloaw! Check the rhyme files, 007 stretch beyond bounds of the earth, moon, universe, soon to burst through Three sixty-five, prepare live, you April 1st, +Fool+ These wannabe best rappers hold the wet bladders Need a step ladder, still couldn't reach my best status Inspector Gadget, extra baggage, I was blessed to have it (skills) You must be still guessin at it, still testin average I'm never slippin even if you peeled a fresh banana The moves I make are +checks+ and balance like a chess fanatic You less advantage, manic depressin, impress the panic Lyrics hot enough to melt your plastic, burn your flesh to ashes (ouch) That's what you urn/earn when you not well rehearsed Somebody gotta help preserve this art form, myself preferred Check the verse, it's like a +Magic+ spell with words These wack emcees prolly felt it worse than a Celtic +Bird+ .. [One.Be.Lo] I remember when Bam' was hot, Planet Rock, Jordan was the man to stop Knowledge every chance I got, keys to the master lock Deals not real, unless it's God's will Got NASA job skills, call me astronaut Neil I reach for the top and be the first to leave orbit Report it, Phrikshun, Decompoze reinforce it I'm here to paint a portrait, untainted by the corporate Defy forces of your gravity with fly orders These accomplishments, via rocketship, compliment my confidence I be among stars without your documents

Big budget marketing, demographic targeting All I need is beats and rhymes (so go and spark it then)

[woman talking] Ya know what? I'm sick of motherfuckers talkin about my niggaz The Demigodz Y'all just mad cuz we don't walk around with our thumbs in our asses like the rest of y'all jokers... [Apathy] You need a calvary squad to battle these Godz, when Apathy rocks To even the odds, you need cops after me with gats cocked I'm livin proof that we're rulin with ease Coolin with cheese, schoolin all you foolish emcees Whether talkin to a chick or poppin off at the lip I'm always thinkin 'bout you rappers in a coffin and shit Scientists don't try to document how often I spit To estimate the average body count when squashin a click Rappers are gettin wrecked due to lack of respect Cuz y'all couldn't get signed if you was the back of a check It's obvious, you little sucker motherfuckers copy this Like my styles were files, he faked saved to floppy disk (So why did they even try?) I haven't got the foggiest But I turn fags into punchin bags Rocky hits On some Miagi shit, split you with karate kicks Draggin you through the pits of H-E double hockey sticks [Chorus] - 2X The Demigodz - will crush your click (crush your click!) The Demigodz - will fuck your bitch (fuck your bitch!) The Demigodz - don't give a fuck (we don't give a fuck!) The Demigodz - cuz your shit sucks (it sucks!) [Celph Titled] I am the feature presentation, your rhymes are just a segment A bitch could just look at me, and get herself pregnant I make bustin a gat look good cuz I hold it well In second grade I brought a live grenade to class for show-and-tell It's obvious there ain't no right, go look up "crazy motherfucker" in the dictionary and find a picture of Celph Titled I'm accurate when I terrorize, I am unique Fuck around and be in a wheelchair as a paralyzed amputee (Can't you see?!) I'm like Chuck Norris swingin his nunchucks Bitch-slappin these young sluts, spillin guts outta you dumb fucks Spit flames in battles, leave you cooked in ashes Illiterate son of a bitch you couldn't read a book of matches - faggot! You know my steelo, I be bringin niggaz the best beats Niggaz'll test me, get so shook they diagnosed for epilepsy I spit trife when I rip mics, nigga I been nice Fill you up with bulletholes and play the flute witcha windpipe Slice into two pieces and you still ain't even half a man Take cover while I'm throwin rocks at you like cats in Pakistan Slap you with my gat-packin backhand, you have that rap man When my track jam, even the preacher sayin, "God Damn!!" [Chorus] - 2X

[Apathy] You ain't the man shinin, you need a hand witcha rhymin I'll blow ya fuckin head off like a dandelion I jump in the arena and stand up to the lions Expand like a DNA strand in man science Former old scrolls, to gold on Spanish islands Pirate of the Caribbean brandishing iron Incredible, my rap is like a chemical drug Thugs buzz like metal touchin electrical plugs Even skepticals accept the skill is factual proof Spit my raps through the mic and fracture the glass in the booth And when it's time to spit, fuck that complex shit I'd rather get crunk and fuck a project chick! (beyotch!) [Celph Titled] We blast cats with the artillery cannons Attached to the back of the black van me and Ap' caught damage in Brandishin weapons with anolitical tactical technicians Calculatin coordinates to guide missiles at victims For no apparent reason, we could leave you bleedin in a bathroom stall until the custodian comes and scrubs the walls Niggaz is assed-out like blackbeats winkin I know you ragweeds been speakin, my tribe is like the Last Mohicans [Chorus] - 2X [Apathy + (Celph) singing to the beat] I'll take your girl - and get her in the shower Molest her with a shampoo bottle - for half an hour You know how we do - when Apathy and Celph Titled come through Your wife's a slut - she better watch her stuff (Niggaz jockin my beats - why don't you beat your meat?) [woman talking] Man y'all some bitch-ass fuckin niggaz Runnin around listenin to that fuckin soft-ass rap music We won't never be soft.. y'all should be ashamed of y'all self Soft-ass scallywag mothefuckers.. we 'bout to clown y'all this year

"Still D.R.E."

(feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Snoop] Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E (Guess who's back) Still, still doing that shit, huh Dre? [Dr. Dre] Oh for sure, check me out It's still Dre Day, A.K. nigga Before I chrome the lot, can't keep it home a lot 'cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How nigga My last album was "The Chronic" They want to know if he still got it They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it [Snoop - singing] If you ain't up on pace [Dr. Dre]

Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game Still, puffing my leafs, still with the beats Still not loving police (Uh huh) Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease Still got love for the streets, repping 213 Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang Since I left, ain't too much changed, still [Chorus:] [Snoop Dogg] I'm representing for the gangsters all across the world Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl [Dr. Dre] Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E [Repeat 2x] Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week Still, I stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke till I sleep Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat I bring the fire till you're soaking in your seat It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troop It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru I'm still at it, After-mathematic In the home of drivebys and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E [Chorus] It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch Laid back in the shack, play this track I'm representing for the gangsters all across the world (Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl) I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back [Snoop - singing] So if you ain't up on thangs [Dr. Dre] Dr. Dre be the name still running the game Still got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars Still gonna get mine regardless [Chorus x1.5] [Snoop] Right back up in ya muthfuckin ass '95 plus four pennies Add that shit up, D-R-E right back on top of thangs Smoke some with your dog No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks! Some of that real sticky icky

Ooo Wee, put it in the air For you's a fool D.R.

Guru Ganstar moment truht

No matta wat we fyace We mus face de moment of trut baybe Chorus: guru They say it's lonely at the top, in whatever you do You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you Nobody's invincible, no plan is foolproof We all must meet our moment of truth Verse one: guru The same sheisty cats that you hang with, and do your thang with Could set you up and wet you up, nigga peep the language It's universal, you play with fire it may hurt you Or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through Let's face facts, although mc's lace tracks It doesn't mean behind the scenes there ain't no dirt to trace back That goes for all of us, there ain't nobody to trust It's like sabotage, it's got me ready to bust But I can't jeapordize, what I have done up to this point So i'ma get more guys, to help me run the whole joint Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we'll die You know I be the masterof the who what where and why See when you're shinin, some chumps'll wanna dull ya Always selfish jealous punks, will wanna pull ya Down, just like some shellfish in a bucket Cause they love it, to see your ass squirm like a worm But just as you'll receive what is comin to you Everybody else is gonna get theirs too I ain't no saint, therefore I cannot dispute That everyone must meet their moment of truth Chorus: guru Actions have reactions, don't be quick to judge You may not know the harships people don't speak of It's best to step back, and observe with couth For we all must meet our moment of truth Verse two: guru Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near Don't fear things get severe for everybody everywhere Why do bad things happen, to good people? Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil The situation that I'm facin, is mad amazin To think such problems can arise from minor confrontations Now I'm contemplatin in my bedroom pacin Dark clouds over my head, my heart's racin Suicide? nah, I'm not a foolish guy Don't even feel like drinking, or even gettin high Cause all that's gonna do really, is accelerate The anxieties that I wish I could alleviate But wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit, before So I oughta be able, to withstand some more

But I'm sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo I'm ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine My only crime, was that I'm too damn kind And now some skanless motherfuckers wanna take what's mine But they can't take the respect, that I've earned in my lifetime And you know they'll never stop the furious force of my rhymes So like they say, every dog has it's day And like they say, God works in a mysterious way So I pray, remembering the days of my youth As I prepare to meet my moment of truth ('you should know the truth And the truth shall set you free' --> from _who's gonna take the weight? _) Verse three: guru Yo I got one lyric pointed at your head for start Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart Now if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines You're gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimes Crack the spines of the fake gangsters Yeah the bitin triflin niggaz, and the studio pranksters Yo lookin at the situation plainly: will you remain g? Or will you be looked upon strangely? I reign as the articulator, with the greater data Revolvin on the tascam much doper than my last jam While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphots I explore more, to expose the core A lot of mc's, act stupid to me And we have yet to see, if they can match our longevity But anyway it's just another day Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display Styles, smooth but rugged -- you can't push or shove it You dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it The king of monotone, with my own throne Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight Your image and your business, were truly not done right Throw up your he-allah-i now, divine saviors You got no hand skills there's no security to save ya No pager, no celly, no drop top benz-y I came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an ending My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse Cause you must meet your moment of truth