I'm Poppa Joe Jackson, I don't give a fraction
I'm what you pay to see like a paralyzed backspin
Welcome to the faction. Let me bring the facts in
You don't want drama,
Cuz I bring the action-ask 'em
Top Dolla's like a unabomber
I got 'em all scared in the Hotel Rwanda
Trying to survive, I'm suggestin' that you hide
Cuz I'm performin' wack rapper mass genocide (HAA-HAA!)
I know that you sick of them, come and get your medicine
I'm the most feared revered of all reverends
Cuz I bring the Gospel-brand new testament
It's one sentence long, it go "PLEASE DON'T TEST THE MEN!"
You see I go-go busy when I put on my city
(HANDS UP-UP, HANDS UP!)
And I flow so sickly got a few nurses with me
(HANDS UP-UP, HANDS UP!) X2
You could front if you want, but you know that you a fan
But, on the really though I dont give a goddamn
But respect is what is givin, it's something I demand- my suggestion is you-
LISTEN TO THE MAN! LISTEN-LISTEN TO THE MAN!
Call me king or El Presidente
Barack O'raz, sometimes I'm called sensei.
Me nah give damn about the things that they say
Cuz fuckin mine is no intellegente, comprende?
Uhm hol' up puta this is no pelicula but-
This is word playground 16 monkey bars
We in charge living large
Rest of yall are miniature
Please don't get involved not at all
You should get a job-huff!
We run the race, while you run in place- huff!
We the right clique but don't cut and paste - huff!
There is no debate cuz we dominate- huff
You know nothing given, know you gotta take
Take the dinner off ya plate
Top of that we want the cake
You a bitch, eat it in ya face what you gon' say?-
NUFFIN! so tell that sound boy stop frontin fo'
It's boom bye-bye like Monopoly production - ah!
Ok uhm...I'mma give it a rest
The message is sent, I already
Said I'm the best
But yet they contest, all yall need to confess
Cross the chest, mere mortals need to repent
I aint the man, I'm the god and you seem forget
Obscene as it gets, all yall need to respect
The long horned, strong armed, brahma bull emcee
Please, turn all beef in to mince meat (ah!)
Top Dolla R to the A-Z
Kash, YC, OISD, we-
True kings peasantry take heed
Move unison, legs of a centipede
We, wont stop
We, hard knocks
Plus blowin' spots, enemies blow cock!
Got damn what, you still don't understand you should-
LISTEN TO THE MAN- LISTEN-LISTEN TO THE MAN
The New Flesh
released February 22, 2011
Written by Rasheem Top $ Raz Johnson
Produced by J Monopoly
Recorded and mixed by Mic Blaque at Rhythm and Lyrics Studios
Mastered by Sosa for Ampliphonic Studios
Cover photo by Joann Gomez (www.musiclookslikethis.com
Cover graphics by Conscious (www.iareconscious.com
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