Basic Procedure
Your Son, Joe / The Beat
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Contact, we hijack and Boo Rad shit Matty A drop the beat, be like "who that kid?" That threw that fit, with doodads and a cool jazz flip Like, dude, that shit's so hot, you better cool that quick I'm on fire, not quite up in here, we're still down in the basement with young ideas To slap you cocks in the dick, call it tit for tat And serve your ass up for lunch, need a tip for that Check please, Jesse's on a warpath And the forecast calls for corpses, piled up like Cortés Brought his forces across the borders And upon his orders, all this becomes a motherfucking slaughter I'm poorer than your poor, poor fucking me If you saw what my Gramps saw, poor ain't a feat It's a hard fought battle, what battle fought best Than a battle that rattle that rattlesnake nest I take it back to '98, I take it back to '92 Two-timing tapping on tape, refining what the mind do I take it back to '92, when the pigs beat King and my conscious rang true Young conscious say, "Dude, they seem to not care" This CNY kid had seen, but now stared And there's my next track, bam, I heard Zack Goddamn, my whole fucking world just went black And whirlwind of passion, spit shit for days Like stick shifts now stuck in the sixth gear of Rage With Wu-Tang engaged, as Funkmaster plays The same kid's on James, with Cutmaster tapes I've been here for years, for dog years and days I dogeared the books and raw-dogged the page The Beat, and nah dog you ain't The Beat, and I gnawed on your brain The Beat, and I need not explain You're stopped at the gate, you're not on my plane I take it back to '92, I take it back to '98 Kids trying just to find booze, this kid's trying just to find strength I take it back to '98, when The Beat pants sag and I pantomime, wait I'm damned it I do, damned if I don't And damn your two feet, I stand on my own I'm grown, motherfuckers, with Crew rags and flatbills Do what you do when you do rap and have skills And assuming this dude minds the tap still Draft up another attack as your glass fills You feel, but how you think? I fill bars like the house buying all the drinks And you can call me Finkle, Goldstein This single's gone gold inside the Wisconsin state line No matter if I'm The Beat, Joe, or J Veto The Hyphen, no go with Tay Keith Grown the greys, so take heed, you fucks This shit's just basic procedure, f*ck I take it back to '92 I take it back to '98 Two-timing tapping on tape Kid's trying just to find strength
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