
Date of issue: 20.07.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wu
Song language: English
97 Mentality |
Yo! |
It’s the burial ground sound, Dunn! |
It’s real out here |
Staten Island puttin chills in y’all niggas |
Forever in it. |
yo |
My devastating hot '97 mentality |
Keep me on point for my four-digit salary |
Heavyweight lyric never lost one calorie |
I’m soon to be seen on the TV screen |
Gambino Cappaccino to the Afro Sheen |
Stay black, where I’m at, high road to rap council |
Splash love to Wu in a orderly tonsil |
Never limit to the diction, cause chaos to mixin |
Brutalize a sound check, ripple through the intermission |
Rap’s under siege, held tight like a squeeze |
Forced in the world 'Donna nuclear freeze |
Doing damage to the wannabe Flip Mode and Def Squad |
Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap entourage |
If you dare to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers |
Not word of mouth, or song, real wigs might peel |
Livin large and in charge branch out Bon Voyage |
Twenty-four diamond government named God |
Alias Daryl Hill bring thugs back to kill |
Circle around my son, Daryl Jr. never eatin lard |
Auntie Dauntie sixteen holdin me down |
AIDS of rap music may be contagious to sound |
Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronoun |
Method forcin J-Love to Bring the Pain from underground |
Realizin food for thought is self-compromising |
Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-O sizin |
Blue do what he do to keep that currency risin |
Hopin I catch a deal so we can catch a four-wheel |
Instead of catchin bodies, niggas not keepin it real |
I dirt bomb niggas that steal cake from stores |
That’s my type of niggas I be wanting on my tours |
Can’t help it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne |
Ruckus in the square I stay rough like the Clan |
Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand |
Punk motherfuckers better beware of the Shaolin |
Defy interactive project Children of the Corn |
Gats on my man keep em bustin till ya gone |
Style so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn |
Donna come through everyday my uniform |
Changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of bitches |
Crackhead niggas get stitches |
So what up with that kid, danger when I attack, kid |
Watch how the slang hits you just like a bat, kid |
Form another pyramid, look how we slid |
All over Park Hill, Stapleton politic |
On a twenty dollar bill all in it together |
You can’t fuck with the stormy weather, yaknahmean? |
To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard |
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard |
Father-U the C-Cipher, start the revolution |
Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution |