(feat. Saafir)

"My line of work is considered by some to be a...

a tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors,
and there are others, that are very malignant..."


[Saafir]
Ay-ay, Ay-ay (Saaf Bizzle)
Ay-ay, Ay-ay (Saaf Bizzle, Nickatina) Yo

Motha$#&@a in here with some real Nickatine man...

[Andre Nickatina]

When the gat would hit, then the rhyme would spit
Gun nailed you to the crucifix
I ain't new improved man I'm true to this

Ain't nothin you can do to this
Chicken beg, mislead, caught a shot to the head
Instead we get high as a motha$#&@in ^!$$% yeah wit no dreads, no dreads

I get to plugging that, who Thuggin that
Gotta go drop a bug in that
Post up where the drugs is at

Yeah motha$#&@a where the lovin at
My computer brain is on high octane
Ripping like a rocket man

Block it try to stop it man
You'll end up in my pocket man
Bust like a bullet in a watermelon

What's the CD there you're selling
Better not be mine or motha$#&@a you gon' start to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at your sanity

Ammo and artillery, clock a major salary
Charge just like a battery, for $$#ault and battery
Dead just like a battery, from this major battery


[Saafir]
I bang that West Oakland my colors the silver and black

Raider ^!$$% got his stripes from the barber shop where the filmed "The Mack"
^!$$% I got them rules on my shirt and I'm deep in this game
All angles spittin it so ^!$$%s don't get it confused with the fame

Let me tap that blackness on your eyeball like "What the $#&@ you lookin at?"
Then I got to remember, I'm strizzled and sacked and saucy off smack
(*##$ I ain't no contender, I been holding these championship rings

Ammunition and big faces motha$#&@a I been "Ladeem"
^!$$%s on the turf on American soil, gettin this American green
^!$$%s hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the small shelf Bull pit cigarettes

I promise a hospital harness, to be taken the farthest from this life
Nickatine and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on this mic


[Andre Nickatina]
Walked out of court doin major bragging
Bruce Lee down like danger dragon

Blue jeans doin some major sagging
Freak can bump hard in the station wagon
Hot heavy and ready

Garlic bread with the spaghetti
Do it like Bo-Bo, with a fo-fo
Ty fo-fo, Ty fo-fo

Write to the gods like it's legendary
Some might think its imaginary
In the rap game freak I popped the cherry

What you gotta say about that
Keep it live a 45 number 2 pencil
Get my solo wave, for the perfect gangsta instrumental, ya feel me

Check it, load me up and then @@#! me back
Then come right back with the counter rap
He's bustin raps till he collapse

Or at least until his chest plate crack

[Saafir]

I ain't one of these (*##$ $$# ^!$$%s
that ain't from the town that spit what he don't do
But I'ma let him bumble a little more then I'ma hip all my ^!$$%s to you

You lyin about tryna be high that ain't fire that you spittin
Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt
and baked the $#&@ up in Hell's Kitchen

I ain't one of these (*##$ $$# ^!$$%s
that ain't from the town that spit what he don't do
But I'ma let him bumble a little more then I'ma hip all my ^!$$%s to you
You lyin about tryna be high that ain't fire that you spittin
Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt

and baked the $#&@ up in Hell's Kitchen
I know at his next show he'll be slipping, 'cause his guns ain't clicking
He tryna shine like stadium lights I'ma leave this ^!$$% ice dripping
With some real heat star 6-70
For a (*##$ $$# Hollywood ^!$$% that wanna become a star that's heavenly

It's not hard, you can depend on me,
Serving ^!$$%s like you, I'm the epitome
Only difference I don't drink much
And motha$#&@as get deeply touched
That think I give a $#&@ tryna get money

but %#@! if you gotta get hit I'll dump your face off
Have your $$# under the Astroturf of some %#@!
Crack that weak Halloween mask
and stab your $$# in a pumpkin, I'm dumping


West Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

"Finished with the $$#ignment, beautiful, excellent work, great work..."