[Hook:]

Somebody's gotta be there when it gets ugly

Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody

Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty

Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it

Somebody's gotta come up with a plan

And be there when the shit hits the fan

I hope ya'll out there understand

Look man it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it



[Riq Gees:]

Yeah ya'll, ideal for a lyrical perfectionist

Raw, that's what every soldier in my collective is

Thought, control level is that of a gold medalist

My level headedness make it come off so effortless

The rebel is a opposite extreme of devilish

Back setting it with the answer to your deficit

My track record is hot shit, consecutive

Smug, I got game just like a record executive

A kiss to the feminine girls loving a gentlemen

A genius slash gangsta with a skill for swindling

Bet on Black

Bet these cats that's all gelatin

Will fall back spittin' them raps that's unintelligent

Raps that cap, rabid rattlin' out the gattlin'

Crippling rhymes whistlin' past, blow you back in

Smellin' your blood now I'm huntin'

Blowin' your front in for frontin' what up cousin?

Oh, now it's nothin'

Yo, you can't go beyond a point of no returning

I flip like my name Turner

That's for certain nigga, Ted Turner, Nat Turner, nigga Ike Turner

The raw sojourner for truth

The mic burner



[Repeat Hook]



[Jean Grae:]

Mic malevolence defies violence I inherited

Others just rentin' it like rooms at the Sheraton

I gotta jones like Vanessa in the devil in-

And y'all cold like a show in the Netherlands

Cold shoulders and frozen aortic valves -

So I don't form pals - conform to norms - morals different

Gifted - use it to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when I spit it I'm liquid

You could lick a million shots at the character of the body shell

They'll just richochette nigga aura's hard as hell

Before there was ain't hard to tell

The mic's cycle coincided right with mine as well

Since a minor I walked with the spine upstraight

I learned to rhyme to feed the dinner plate

I scraped barrel - even dined up on wine and steaks

Cuz in the bone same marrow that apartheid chased

The narrow margin with the haves and the have nots

Will get smaller as I approach - so watch your stash box

Fox logo if your fave is local

Get bruised till you're the color of the Laker's logo

This is work niggas



[Repeat Hook]



[Mac:]

I made it - ain't nobody believe in me

But this rap game is like selling coke legally

Ain't no innovations - that takes concentration

Nigga's celebrating not knowing the time they wasting

Killin' mics is one of my aesthetics

Rip very live so I'm an entertainer like Cedric

Shit they play on radio's now give me a headache

Can't slow me down I know where I'm headed

The profit on kill if you let it

Nigga's feeling energetic

Wanna rumble - guns will come out

Here come the paramedics

I'm just trying to live like I've Devin

Tired of my people failin'

We all sin - the devil, what di I tell em

Somebody gotta get their hands dirty and shoes muddy

I see things vividly, ya'll vision is blurry

Even if you hate - through my music you gone love

Everybody with me and they was with me when it was ugly



[Repeat Hook]



[Thanks to son.ofatitan@verizon.net for these lyrics]