’95 Tip lyrics

[Intro]
This right here, homie
This that first take sh*t, you know what I’m saying?
For my real heads
All my real hip hop motherf*ckers, they know they're Roots sh*t
You know what I mean?
So we gon' get it like this
Let that beat drop, Psychological

[Verse 1]
I spit fifties and sh*t hundreds
Do sh*t that's undid
Spontaneously combust in these b*tches guts
I get 'em wet, no need to touch
Break their back like Dutches
Keep 'em close like the toast I clutch
Never the less, I'm never depressed, I keep feelings suppressed
One of the best but need to listen if I'ma progress
I'm ready to live, I'm ready to die, I'm ready to ride for rap
I said it on a record, now I can't take it back
Stop, I shut it down like a bloodclot
Smoke MCs, like a f*ckin bumbaclot
Mic check, I come to catch wreck
Death before dishonor so I'm coming for your neck
I pop MCs like Hymens
Y'all glass posing in studs, but I'm a diamond
Now recon, you need to listen, I'm never dissin'
Unless your sh*t is wack, I'll beat you into submission
Catch me fishin' 'cause I'm eating for a lifetime
Wisdom in my mind, I'm a star watch me shine
f*cking your b*tch from behind, record it and hit rewind
I'm nasty, construct rhymes like rhinoplasty
A hip-hop statue, rhymes coming at you, God bless you
When I kick wisdom it never stress you or test you
Unless you a dumb ass motherf*cker
[Break]
(Psychological) Yeah, no want no more
f*ck it, ayo

[Verse 2]
Said this is mathematic tactics
Murder this rap sh*t
Intravenously inject my prophylactics
Inhale my words like a fresh batch of Vicks
Similar to black ice 'cause the flow so slick
What's up, rappers hear the rhyme they slit they wrists up
Do a whole 'lotta talking, no rapping like fisticuffs
Ah, yeah, (Turn my headphones up)
That's all you sayin' but I'm sprayin' and I can't get enough
Raw, rugged and rough, my alter ego, Mr. Tough
I'll call your bluff, face to face never snuff
I murder you with predicate poetic balletic sh*t
No mercy 'cause if I grip the mic they might curse me
Da Vinci flow, when I grip the mic I’m in control
Before I manifested tendons, I was rhyming as a embryo
Living in vertigo, half of these f*ckers don't know

[Outro]
Yeah, all day. Drop tracks like that, all nuts in. Maryland stand up, that's it. I'm out, peace, one love. f*ck if you doubt me
(You are watching a master at work)
Todd? Todd? Would you care for a glass of grape juice?
I said, what?
n*gga, what the f*ck is juice?
I want some grape drink, baby