[Intro: Mr. Metaphor]
Skeme Team, motherfuckers
Word up, y’all better recognize once more
Uh huh – coming in your cornerstore
Word up, Mr. Mr. Metaphor
Fuck that shit
Do this shit live for the public, live for the people
Building Block (Word is bond), Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead (Spit that shit)
[Verse 1: Block McCloud]
I need money – hungry, my stomach's in knots, head's full of rocks
I’m shot — see me running from cops
Almost got knocked on some dumb shit coming from the spot
I’m Block, refuse to act like something I’m not
I fiend to see the green, like I’m Bill Bixby
My style-shifting skills filthy
Surprised my ho's still with me
That’s me – she dig the fact that I’m nasty
Brooklyn Ac' – never went to class, but we classy
Not a patsy – the silent type to let the gat speak
She’ll stick with me unless she catch me with the next fat freak
Born ready – you get torn by my machete
Silent, calm, and deadly medley, like Tom, I’m Petty
You’ll die for five bucks
Why? ‘Cause life sucks and I don’t give a fuck
I’ll take that five bucks and live it up
Down some Thunderbird, wild out like I’m fucking disturbed
Then rob a herb
Stepping to Block, you got a lot of nerve
[Hook: Block McCloud & Lil Leg-O (AKA L'ego Motif)]
If we scheme on your crew
You couldn’t tell a lie from the truth
There ain’t nothing you could do
You could watch your back, sleep with one eye open
On the track, there ain’t nothing you could do
I won’t lose no sleep, don’t snooze when I creep
‘Cause for real, there ain’t nothing you could do
I could warn you, inform you that I’m upon you
Still, there ain’t nothing you could do
[Verse 2: Jean Grae]
Yo, I’ve been slept on for years, crept through Hell to get on
It’s straight drama when I’m lighting a song
I’ll burn the steel off the mic and melt it down, rock it as fronts
And roll L’s in DAT labels when I’m smoking the blunts
Jean, motherfuckers – told y'all
Ain’t quitting, spit butane, flames shooting out the mouth
Bounce it when I’m down South
Rep it when I’m East Coast, throw it when I’m West Side
Toast it when I’m Midwest, packing shit, Columbine
Poison Ivy – fucking with niggas just a hobby
Deadly and probably, when I’m shining, y'all want to rob me
Niggas rock Timbs dirty, jeans baggy, fam rowdy
All day – still doubt me, run your mouth, talk about me
What?
[Hook: Block McCloud & Lil Leg-O (AKA L'ego Motif)]
If we scheme on your crew
You couldn’t tell a lie from the truth
There ain’t nothing you could do
You could watch your back, sleep with one eye open
On the track, there ain’t nothing you could do
I won’t lose no sleep, don’t snooze when I creep
‘Cause for real, there ain’t nothing you could do
I could warn you, inform you that I’m upon you
Still, there ain’t nothing you could do
[Verse 3: Mr. Metaphor]
Yo, yo, yo – I’ll take the time out of day and stash an hour away (Uh huh)
Use about five minutes to devour my prey (Right)
Forty-five more, just collecting my pay (Tell ‘em)
Ten more minutes, put the check in the bank (Give me that!)
A lot of kids lack respect
They’re neglecting to thank the cats who put 'em on
The people representing this thing (Uh huh)
I’m trying to step in the ring (Uh huh)
I want the head of the king (Right)
I want his crown and his jewels, and his neck in a sling (Fuck that)
I want everything, I want sex and a drink (Pour that)
I want a Lex and a link (Uh huh)
I want a section to think (Yeah)
And for my Moms, I want a dress and a mink
A mansion, a yacht, a double dishwasher, no more mess in the sink
What I project in a blink of an eye, you couldn’t wink
And when I rise, I’m rising high to the sky—you gon’ sink
And if I smell, it’s the weed, son – take a bath, you stink
And don’t ask me no advice — you’re better off asking a shrink
[Hook: Block McCloud & Lil Leg-O (AKA L'ego Motif)]
If we scheme on your crew
You couldn’t tell a lie from the truth
There ain’t nothing you could do
You could watch your back, sleep with one eye open
On the track, there ain’t nothing you could do
I won’t lose no sleep, don’t snooze when I creep
‘Cause for real, there ain’t nothing you could do
I could warn you, inform you that I’m upon you
Still, there ain’t nothing you could do
