No Man’s Land
Drink the juice that don't freeze
Don't provoke me get drunk and get cut off
Like the fro on Kobe
The Dave Letterman late night laughin'
At new jacks and veterans
Dime bag peddlin' in clubs for gentlemen
Any fool think he do, Lord please send him in
And hand me a Dutch to
Kill the rush of adrenaline
Duh! Better luck trying to
Headbutt an elephant no breath to spare
Fucking with the air element
Spit amid hate to the greatest degree
Fittin' any rapper spittin' with
More paper than me
And if any catch me slippin'
It's gon' take an MC
I'm barely thinkin' there's three that
Gon' take it to me
The battle gon' take more than your cakes
Your keys fakin' your freeze
Forsaking all your greatest degrees
We can take it from the A's to the Z's
After engaging with Breez
Niggas scared as shit of staging MC's
It's the ipso facto
Enough with your whack flow
I shit on MC's like intolerant of lactose
Spit black holes, take a risk
I'm still fire 'til your paper
Fist take a hit
The vapor get into your brain
Shut off your synapses
And vocabulary balance like a planetary axis
Throw those savage blows, damage foes
Beating Breez is like meeting
Three average hoes
No man's land
Nothing less than the real advance
Where we at? No man's land
Nothing less than the real advance
False prophets, fake gods, illegitimate kings
Make for the o's of death like
That shit in The Ring
I be on that old get rid of the bling
Save the kids, somebody gotta save the shit
Many things dumb with the gun but
Just don't play with it
Damn why they ran after Jam
Master Jay with it stupid ass negroes
Heart at the lip make 'em soft at the ego
Stripes and stars putting the
God through the evils
I'm screaming of a dreamer bringing
Movement to my people
They scheming on our means
Of transporation like devol
And it's like that
You know what happens when you
Ask for your bike back (What?)
Where the lights at? So I like mine's 'til
Haters don't like crack
Final hour find the power to fight back
I write that living in Harlem
Nigga with problem thoughts givin' how
I figured they solve 'em
Contemplation conversation
Think with the force that can conquer nations
Frontline offense, I'm Walter Payton
It all comes around like revolving date ends
Doucheland goons in the boon, we cakin'
Oops! That was your bitch, now we takin'
Bust along schnecke, I'ma rock your nation
Strip clubbin' with Whiskey rocks and Jason
No man's land
Nothing less than the real advance
Where we at? No man's land
Nothing less than the real advance