(Let's go)



[J-Zone]

Here comes the Zone up the ave rollin in his pimp Caddy

(Look at him)

Backpackers wave while I bump that Trick Daddy

Prank-callin Funkmaster Flex to get a playback

Fuck CD's, next year I'm doin 8-tracks

Video on Betamax with SMPTE on the screen

Even Hype Williams can't pimp me off the scene

Rap is a slave trade, so I got the Old Maid

The only label with the phone and fax on the same line

I ain't no CEO, just a gift for rap

My cheapskate behavior keeps me rich from rap

Cause when I'm trickin at the bar I came in with a furnace

Called you long distance, I was bonin cell service

Chicks hella nervous when I take em to eat

Cause I'm out the door when they bring the receipt

You date me, you wish dishes for a week

(I ain't bullshittin)

Even when I beat-make the Zone's bein cheapskate

Hittin up the dollar bill, it's all about the Washingtons

You're runnin up to freestyle? My phone bill is overdue

So I got a fee style while you smoke a bone or two

She don't like me, I'm here to stay like stretch marks

Horny, blow me in the key of f sharp

She's mad at the Zone because he's on that shit

But she's (totally, completely on his dick)



Hell yeah, baby

Zone Mission Part V

I return

You know how we do

We don't do no hooks

Yo, what I think of that kid's record?

Yo, I thought that shit was (bullshit)

You know what I'm sayin?

I'm bein straight up honest, I ain't lyin

I ain't got no time to play with y'all

But I gotta get somethin off my chest right now

(I want you to pay very carefull attention to what I'm gonna say)



[J-Zone]

Internet rappers - blow me

Askin for a beat tape, cough it up, you don't know me

You went platinum in a chatroom, write, click and send

I hope your harddrive crashes if this shit don't offend

(But I been rappin since '81) Nobody cares

Talkin 'bout belt buckles nobody wears

Try to save hip-hop, what are you insane?

I just play my part cause ain't a damn thing changed

Still my herbs get the dime pieces, cool cats beat it

Zone's still zonin while these fools get weeded

Still cradle-robbin, still lookin for your daughter

Step to chicks and lose quarters cause my game is out of order

I be like (Yo baby, yo baby) - still 10 years behind

So I still do the Running Man to keep up with the times

Still playin Duck Hunt, ( ? ) with the temptation

To spray my ex with water gats filled up with bleach (ho)

Still can't poplock, still can't graffiti write

Like five-o still ain't shit ( ? )

I still hate choruses, I sleep through hooks

Still scopin Lucy Liu workin off the books

Still doin shows but wind up gettin kicked out

Feminists are mad cause I called this dumb bitch out

Still hate rubbers cause I bone and feel nothin

2000 something suckers still frontin (frontin) (frontin)



(Keep on talking

Cause you're the only man around here who's saying anything)

(...I'd rather not vote at all than vote for this crook)

(Hey you know I am voting for that jive-ass nigga)

(You damn right) (damn right) (damn right)



Yeah

I got a little message for all them cats out there makin 90000 dollars a year

still wanna download my shit off the net instead of buyin the CD

you cheap bastards

(Fuck y'all)

Yeah

To all the people that come to my shows who wanna turn the sound off

cause they got mad about a little joke

(Fuck y'all)

And everybody else out there that's a waste of sperm

your father shoulda pulled out early

(Fuck y'all)

(I hope you die and go to hell, you lousy son of a bitch)