Lyrics:
Till I became a wanted man,
I never owned a gun,
But now they hunt me like a mountain cat,
And I'm always, always, always on the run
I killed
I'm a blind man
In a dark room
And I'm searching for that black cat
I gotta move before he moves
Cause I think he's crossed my every path
I'm
Sitting on a side street, as glancing eyes turn away.
Searching for answers in a song, and the cats that run away.
Hey Mr. Businessman, won't you
wack, ya wack!
(wack, wack)
If ya hot, ya hot!
(hot, hot)
Most of you rap cats
Don't appeal to me
A lot of you says you
Keepin' it real
But you ain't
ain't dogs or cats
[R.E.U.]
Ayo' my life's fucked up and easily yours can be too
Brutally awfully bruised in the morguery room
My mind hasn't been right
Someone's taught the cat to moonwalk and it's become a real show-off.
The party's already falling apart but we all play along it's rolling on.
the structure we get a little chedda man from
Any cat that touch her
She said she was game and knew I had game
But even with game girl you gotta use your brain
Cris'
Mo(et) in the club bag me a roni and breeze
And if you hungry ma my timbs is macaroni and cheese
You know it's me Lan
The same old Arican cat
them youths Cat D
Maybe the numbers are good
But it's all messed up under the hood
And anyone can look good with the light off
When you're blind
She was the meanest cat in old Chicago town.
She was the meanest cat, she really moved them down.
She had no heart at all, no no no heart at all.
She
don't know phonics
And don't know "cat" from "cut"
They say than I'm dyslexic
That's a word they just found out
But when I get some plasticine
I
sawed it off
I found my way
I called his name
I called my brother Joe
Don't need no sad eyes
I don't need no cat eyes
I don't need 'em
I called you, you
Oh We got the Trailer Park Boys,
So You Think You Can Dance or The Pussy Cat Dolls
Teach your kids how to sell their souls,
If they?re treatin? you
Ass swingin like a chandalier; like
a cat in heat, with her ass all up in the air
Bust this, who said I can't cut the mustard
Rappin is a bitch
of the moon.
Mama, Mama put the cat out tonight.
Cat out tonight, cat out tonigh,.
Worked all day I'm gonna scat out tonight
And I won't be home until
out of her coat you just bent the corner blades spinning like
Propellers at the stop light some cats pull up in a tinted jetta yellin
Hey pull over look
head snap back
Helmets get crack in the back house
We smoke out 'till you black out
That's how we do it out here
Cats try but they don't come near
Stand
cats slangin dey druggs
Dey say dey love you, I know
But all dey want is da dough
N if you mess up
Still want it Rain Hail Sleet Snow
N all ou playaz
Emptiness and blue
Beside the city moon
Empty black cat eyes
Cat's cradle eyes
Keep an eye on you
Heavy Spanish moss
A hanging veil across
be sufferin' from repeated attacks
Defeated you cats with fatter tracks, faggots collapse
When they be hearin' collabs over the wax
Like subway rats we
day, bait on the broadway
Off-White, done it bait, never caught a court case
Cats phone everyday 'cause the food gourmet
Could've got but my opps got
an experiment of social isolation
Don't make me say "fuck off"
My cat, my bats, my caps, my hats
My car I mean a car I wish
To have someday in the future
Means
DJ Babu
Virtuoso king of the jungle up
In this rap zoo you're not even a pussy
You're what pussies eat - cat food
Raw blooded knight like a vampire
crew?
What?! - The fuck y'all cats gonna do?
When! - We start to fire the lead
Where! - Your thoughts rest
Inside of your head
Left fist, right fist, one
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