Hardcore Chemical
I’m the problem and the solution
The revolution won’t be televised
It’s too gruesome too gangster
Too graphic for you born-again faggots
My words inspire people like
The Ten Commandments
I floss with diamond teeth
SCUBA dive on a private beach
Billy Idol smoke chronic with Cheech
I cut your tongue out for talking against me
My enemies’ grandchildren will remember
Me for centuries
The fine line between insanity and genius
Murder you, I give your reality a remix
Humanity’s beneath us, we super humans
Super-tyrants, super-violent
Listen to the way my nine click
Right before I pop your collar
The most hated from New York
Like I shot your mama
Compare me to amazoncom for dollars
Canarsie Osama, riding with a
Mass of martyrs, fucker
Hardcore chemical, gangster material
Tri-city machine bang in your stereo
Put 'em up, shut 'em down
Keep it raw, riding with the gutter sound
Hardcore chemical, gangster material
Tri-city machine bang in your stereo
Put 'em up, shut 'em down
Keep it raw, riding with the gutter sound
The thicker the plot, the quicker the shot
The liquor and pot
Got me higher than the Denver junkie
Shocking the monkey
Feeding his habit, set it up, cook it up
Tie it off and stab it
Shoot it up, feel the rush
Then throw up your guts
Nod out for a while cause the style is nuts
Like I'm in Roca, it’s fucking Coka
These other cats fake it
With that baking soda
This is it, this is it
Yeah I’m back on the shit again
Danny Boy, Danny Boy
You ever gonna spit again?
C’mon homie you know me, yeah
I birthed your style
The money back guarantee
I make it worth your while
Still the Cadillac King
I don’t fuck with foreign cars
American, I need a blowjob and a porn star
Nobody move, no not one punk
I fuck around and pull out my shotgun pump
Hardcore chemical, gangster material
Tri-city machine bang in your stereo
Put 'em up, shut 'em down
Keep it raw, riding with the gutter sound
Hardcore chemical, gangster material
Tri-city machine bang in your stereo
Put 'em up, shut 'em down
Keep it raw, riding with the gutter sound
Yeah, dope motherfuckers, I came back to spit
Move with the hunger fueled by
A lack of chips
When I lose my cool and shoot it’s accurate
Give me some room
I make yous move back a bit
I came from a town where the hope can drown
Bought a teaspoon from the dope and found
With their necks tied up and the rope around
Eighties cars overheated, broken down
Car-thieving heathen
Living where no odds or even
Gambling fist fighters watching the
Kid bobbing and weaving
Everybody scheming, we all deceiving
I wrote my words on the walls of mausoleums
Now I stand in a position of strength
So I speak for those who can’t
I spit what I think
I’m from the city where motherfuckers
Were sticking the pigs
I rep the Irish street cats and
The micks in the clink come on!
Hardcore chemical, gangster material
Tri-city machine bang in your stereo
Put 'em up, shut 'em down
Keep it raw, riding with the gutter sound
Hardcore chemical, gangster material
Tri-city machine bang in your stereo
Put 'em up, shut 'em down
Keep it raw, riding with the gutter sound