‘97 Mentality

’97 Mentality

[Cappadonna]
  Yo! It’s the burial ground sound, Dunn!
  It’s real out here
  Staten Island puttin chills in y’all niggaz
  Forever in it.. yo
  
  My devastatin hot ’97 Mentality
  Keep me on point for my four-digit salary
  Heavyweight lyric never lost one calorie
  I’m soon to be seen, on the TV screen
  Gambino Cappacino to the Afro Sheen
  Stay black, where I’m at, high road to rap council
  Splash love to Wu in a orderly tonsil
  Never limit to the diction, cause chaos to mixin
  Brutalize a sound check, ripple through the intermission
  Rap’s under siege, held tight like a squeeze
  Forced in the world ‘Donna nuclear freeze
  Through the damage to the wannabe Flipmode and Def Squad
  Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap entourage
  If you dare to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers
  My word of mouth it’s all real wigs might peel
  Livin large and in charge branch out Bon Voyage
  Twenty-four diamond government named God
  Alias Daryl Hill bring thugs back to kill
  Circle around my son, Daryl Jr. never eatin large
  Auntie Dauntie sixteen holdin me down
  AIDS of rap music may be contagious to sound
  Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronoun
  Method forcin J-Love to Bring the Pain from underground
  Realizin food for thought is self-compromisin
  Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-O sizin
  Blue do what he do to keep that currency risin
  Hopin I catch a deal so we can catch a full wheel
  Instead of catchin bodies, niggaz not keepin it real
  Dirtball niggaz that steal cake from stores
  That’s my type of niggaz I be wantin on my tours
  Can’t help it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne
  Ruckus in the square I stay rough like the Clan
  Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand
  Punk motherfuckers better beware of the Shaolin
  Defy interactive project Children of the Corn
  Gats and my man keep em bustin till he’s gone
  Style so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn
  ‘Donna come through everyday my uniform
  changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of bitches
  Crackhead niggaz get stitches
  So what up with that kid, danger when I attack kid
  Watch how the slang hits you, just like the fat kid
  Form another pyramid, look how we slid
  All over Park Hill, Stapleton politic
  on a twenty dollar bill all in it together
  You can’t fuck with the stormy weather, yaknahmean?
  
  [Ghostface]
  To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
  Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
  Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
  Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution
  [repeat 2X]
  
  …
  
  To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
  Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
  Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
  Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution
  
  …
  
  To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
  Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
  Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
  Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution
  
  …
  
  To the year, to the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
  Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
  Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
  Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution

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