[B-Real]
Call me the serial rhyme killer
Mic-cord strangling, mangling, tangling, you in the web nigga
Your head is dangling off of your shoulders
Cause my mic told me to do it cause you wasn't a true soldier
Fake bustas get hit with the clusterbomb
You're a hotdog with no mustard, you're flusterd, I'm calm
Spit heat like a fucking dragon, bagging you up
Tagging you toe, zipping you up
Clipping you up, mic-cord tripping you up
You're in the dark with no light
and wishing a nigga had lit you up
So much for wishful thinking, you're body's stinking
You're sinking into the hole and I'm at the top winking at ya
[Sen-Dog]
Don't play me too close I'm a certified bomb
Designed to designate all over the tape
Got my Cuban Puertoricans all up in the place
Gonna smash you in the face with tapes check it out
[B-Real]
Call me imperial beatslayer
All prayers try to be advisory to rivalry in the battle player
Bitches who lie to me and cry to me use bribery
I'm taking the torch and burn Puffy-music for canivalry
That'll teach you I beat you on every plain
Ain't no other way to reach you, I reach you with pain
Shred you into pieces using the tigerclaw
I'm a cold nigga you need more than a lighter to thaw
Me and my lyrical Iceberg suckers are panic
Fuck what you head I brought down the Titanic
So can it and shut it, I wrote it and bust it
because it never gonna be safe for wack niggas I don't trust 'em
[Chorus]
[Sen-Dog]
Call me superior showstopper, your hiphop legacy
Claim us to remember we break you off proper
Oh you got a short memory? You wanna render me?
Harmless and surrender me for the fucking enemy?
I won't let ya I bet ya I reign supreme
Make your fans forget ya search ya in front of your team
Make a nigga smoke a ounce and bounce over the rhythem
And hit em and get another suck and hit em with venom
Nigga my name is Sen and I'mYou can feel the bodies aching
You can feel the spirit waisting
But it's someone else's children
And it's someone else's problem in the end
You just go about your business
You've got bigger fish frying
Someday you might be a witness
Someday you may wake up crying like I cry
What's the problem?
There's no problem in your own little world
What's the bother?
Can't be bothered
'til your own little world goes to hell,
Then you can tell
We are all in this together
We are all in this together
We got to pull together
And we can't worry who's sorry now
Who's sorry now,
Now that everything is clear
Who's sorry now,
Sorrow unspoken here
Please take a bow
You got so many distractions
You got old friends to satisfy
You're afraid of the reaction
If the others should find out, you'd falsify
Maybe this could never happen
Maybe God is on your side
Tell yourself what I tell myself
That it's justice when somebody else must die
It's a hard life
Such a hard life, it's a hard little world
Some are winners, some are losers
Here in our little world
But you'd sell out, beg, borrow, steal,
Move mountains, if it was your own
It was your own
When it's your own pretty baby
There's no method in the madness
We all can't escape the sadness
Don't surround your heart with hardness
You may someday need someone to sympathize
Before you're crushed by your own selfishness
You must confess
Are you feeling sorry?
Sorrow spoken here
Who's sorry now