[N.W.A.] (Witness the strenght)



You soft shoe booty-ass punk muthafucka

Thought you were tough, then you cold ran out of luck

A minute ago I know you thought it was easy 

To diss me, but you missed me, and that didn't please me

A song and dance doesn't give you a chance to advance

I think you better go home and enhance

Your lyrical skills on the real, you can't swing

On the devine, be off mine, picture the King

Bein all up in the open, hopin you could step to

I be a monkey's uncle, and you're my nephew

Climbin on my back while I'm flowin with the tracks

Tryin to learn how to burn - this is what you lack

Air, gas and energy, greater than Con Edison

Fuel into infinity with pure solar medicine

I know what time it is, I clock it on the Sun dial

Chumps are beaten, tied up and dragged for miles

I'm so foul, that at times I'm bad news

Battle me and lose, you win a pair of shoes

Made of concrete, there's somethin sweet about that

To match your dead man suit and your dead man's hat

When it's right I deliver, at the bottom of the river

You'll be found, gagged and bound, with no liver

I fed it to a kid that always bit suckers

Soft shoe booty-ass punk muthafucka

Each and every line I design with precision

In the mind I'm inclined, appealin to your vision

On a physical basis - never the racist one

My mission is to see that competition is done

So I do em, throw em to the crowd

Make the crowd boo while I diss em out loud

Girls that wanna battle, I serve em, then I screw em

Next time I see em, I don't say nothin to em

But then they wanna sweat me, they can't get me

Keep your cool, you're a fool to upset me

Illegit, half-wit geek-ass nerd

(I heard the god can't rhyme) Yeah, fuck what you heard

You got nerve, you deserve to be stuffed in your mouth

Then you can pop shit while your teeth are fallin out

I throw joints to score points at war

Once more I make sure you leave through the door

On a stretcher, I betcha your concussions are rushin frequent

Blow for blow my k.o.'s have been a sequence

Step up of step off, the choice is yours

There's always room for one more on the floor

You lay down and stay down, until the full count to 10

Unanymous decision - I win

I know you wonder what part of the game is this

If you know like I know, it's the part you missed

Anybody coulda told you, I'm diesel like a truck to

A soft shoe booty-ass punk muthafucka

I was gonna let you slide, but I decided not to

Don't even try to run, cause I got you

Trapped like a rat, your tail bein squeezed

In the trap I set, caught you goin for the cheese

Sayin please doesn't mean you're released from the scene of the crime

Tryin to step to me with your bullshit rhymes

You practice in a daily rehearsal

I'm universal, dramatic or commercial

One thing to say about the King is worth big money

Dig, money, I master 120

Okay, you got a gun, now I'm supposed to be afraid?

You pull the trigger, I pull the pin to the grenade

If you catch me in a chest, bust, I'm in a vest

You'll be blown to the zone of your perpetual rest

Don't ever try to take me out the box again

Even on Fantasy Island - you're never gonna win

Your fans are all mislead, cause you're mentally dead

Count your heads, cause your boys just fled

They ran off and left you, played you like a sucker

Soft shoe botty-ass punk muthafucka



[N.W.A.] (Witness the strength)

[Ice Cube] (It's just another nigga dead)