
Date of issue: 18.04.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Noo Trybe
Song language: English
You the Man |
You the man K (Who me? Uh-huh no way |
You the man Shy) Nah you the rah-rah star |
You the man K (Yeah but you can rip it the right way) |
(Down Low Recka) |
Well okay if you say so I will be the man |
But all I wanna do is make my record just slam |
I wanna be the kid to make the real live single |
To make the party people in the crowd shake and mingle |
(Yeah well Shy you can do that with ease real simple) |
True cause I’m the shorty from the Wu-Tang temple |
But I can’t sleep you get the girls and the cash |
(Yeah yeah but you’re the one that got the shorties in the smash) |
Take one (take two) We comin through for your crew |
(Who are you?) Talkin about you man (you can’t Wu) |
But you front, you all out punks on the hunt for some beats |
To make your next LP complete |
(Here we come) To make the crowd scream for the Clan |
One by one (Takin out your crew cause we can |
Get the gun) Better yet a knife what the heck |
The job gets done (When we chop the head from the neck) |
Since I’m short they have no other choice but to sleep underneath |
The blow that be knockin out teeth |
(I be the K, The Down Low Recka on the set I gets wreck |
I make the calm sweat wanna bet) |
So wassup better duck from my ill megablast |
You move too fast and your ass is in the smash |
The Down Low Recka, shit I rock full clip |
In my Glock gets hot so stay off my block |
I come down hard on cornballs who sleep talk |
Cause you won’t survive in New York |
I flow a mad thick like the sap from a tree |
I’m of the live brothers represents G. P |
I’m hot like the sun, find shade I got my rays on ya |
Come near to raid my sphere and I’ma lay for ya |
I see ya comin with attempts to Bougard |
Peek-a-boo you ain’t hard I pulled your whole card |
I got flavor, you’re damn right I gots style |
Nine yards, nah the K goes the whole mile |
Whoever said I wasn’t ill with the skill |
One minute I parlay, the next I’m all in your grill |
(Down Low Recka) |
Back up, gimme some room so I can flip this |
You touch this, come on, and get your style busted |
You lay around and watch me break the mic stand |
You should know by now that I am the man |
Comin through, takin my place yeah you all know |
That I can’t be touched by a crew or any solo |
Who dares to step to this kid and his Clan |
(Aww damn) Another crew done by the hand |
Of the Shy (What you do kid) I did him prop |
(Where's the payphone) Hell yeah, somebody call the cops |
When me and K grease somebody do somethin |
Stop bluffin and frontin cause you ain’t sayin nuthin |
You’re lyin, claimin that you rip shop up |
You ain’t heard it from me cause I ain’t one to gossip |
Outro: Down Low Recka (Shyheim) |
(Yeah, the Down Low Recka, niggas ain’t really wanna battle) |
The Rugged Child is the man to all you crab ass niggas |
(Mad flavor, no sweetness necessary, and we out) |
Peace |
Name | Year |
---|---|
On and On | 2011 |
Move It over Here | 1994 |
One's 4 da Money | 1994 |
Dear God (featuring Pop "The Brown Hornet") ft. Pop Da Brown Hornet | 1995 |
5 Elements (featuring Rubbabandz, Pop "The Brown Hornet," Down Low Reka, Junelover) ft. Rubbabandz, Pop Da Brown Hornet, Down Low Reka | 1995 |
Furious Anger ft. Shyheim | 1999 |
Here Come the Hits | 1994 |
Here I Am | 1994 |
The Rugged Onez ft. June Luva, Shyheim | 1994 |
In Trouble | 2001 |
4 the Headpiece ft. Due Lilz, Down Low Recka, Shyheim | 1994 |
Napsack | 1994 |
Co-Defendant ft. Hell Razah | 1998 |
Party's Goin' On | 1994 |
Dear God ft. Shyheim | 1996 |
Young Godz | 1999 |
Pass It Off ft. K-Tez, Down Low Recka, Shyheim | 1994 |
Little Rascals | 1994 |
Buckwylin | 1994 |
5 Elements ft. Pop Da Brown Hornet, Down Low Recka, June Luva | 1996 |