Stranded on Death Row

Yes, it is I says me And all who agree Are more than three Cause they are we (laughter) Yes, yo!, I'm in the house now for sure Because I want to talk about the hearts of men Who knows what evil lurks within them But lets take a travel down the blindside And see what we find on this Path Called Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits The gangsta type, what I recites kinda lethal Niggaz know, the flow that I kick, there's no refill I'm murderin' niggaz, Yo, and maybe because of the tone I kicks my grip, the mic and kick shit Niggaz can't fuck with So remember I go hardcore, and slam Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme So any nigga that claim they bossin What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson Take a walk through the hood, and we up to no good Slangin' on things like a real O.G. should I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so When you're slippin', I slip the clip in But ain't no set-tripppin Cause it's Death Row, rollin' like the mafia Think about whoopin' some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya Ain't nathin' but a buster I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumpin slugs in motherfuckers Now you know you're outdone Feel the shotgun, Korrupt inmate cell block one No prevention from this mention of sorts You're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts No extensions, all attempts are to fail Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille From the lunatic, I death like arsenic When I kick up wicked raps That the grain will hit the scratch With treachery, my literary form will blast And totally surpass the norm Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms In this dimension, I'm the presenter And the inventor, and the tormentor Deranged, like the hillside strangler MC mangler, tough like Wrangler I write a rhyme, hard as concrete Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite So what you want to do The narrator RBX, cell block two Rage, lyrical murderer Stranded on Death Row And now I'm servin' a lifetime sentence There'll be no repentance Since it's the life that I choose to lead I plead guilty On all counts let the ball bounce where it may It's just another clip into my AK Buck em down with my underground tactics Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress Bed frame there's another dead pain Layin' lain with the shame, who's to blame Me, the lady of Rage On when I'm comin' from the D-E-A-T-Hin Are-O-W takin', no shit So flip and you're bound to get dropped It's one eight seven on motherfuckers don't stop Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate It's Rage, from cell block eight And yo steppin' through the fog And creepin' through the smog It's the number one nigga from the hood Doggy Dogg Makin' videos, now I stay in Hollywood Bustin' raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood Dre is the doctor and my homey little nigga Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I got Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a quick one servin' my rocks And I'm still, servin' for mines, peace To my motherfuckin' homies doin time In the pen and the county jail Mobbin' with your blues on, mad as hell And you say yeah fuck the police And all the homies on the streets is all about peace And it's drivin' the cops crazy But ain't nuttin' but a black thing bay-bee, uhhh No I'm not flaggin', but I'm just saggin' I betcha don't want to see the D-O double G And you can't see, the D-are to the E Or my motherfuckin' homey D.O.C. You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin' DJ That's my homey and we call him Warren G Yeah, and you don't stop Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfuckin' DoggPound That's the only way we'll beat em man We gotta smoke em, then choke em Like the motherfuckin' peter man It's like three and to the two And two and to the one Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done Yo, now you know the path I'm on You think you're strong, see if you can travel on Cause only the weak, will try to speak Those who are quiet, will always cause riots There's three types of people in the world Those who don't know what happened Those who wonder what happened And people like us from the streets that make things happen!