
Date of issue: 23.05.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Mercury Records release;
Song language: English
Come Clean |
You wanna front, what? |
Jump up and get bucked |
If you’re feeling lucky duck |
Then press your luck |
I snatch fake gangsta MC’s and make em faggot flambe |
Your nine spray, my mind spray |
Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk |
The results you’re a gang stuffed in a car trunk |
You couldn’t come to the jungles of the East poppin that game |
You won’t survive get live catchin wreck is our thing |
I don’t gang bang or shoot out bang bang |
The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang |
I’m a true master you can check my credentials |
Cuz I choose to use my infinite potentials |
Got a freaky, freaky, freaky-freaky flow |
Control the mic like fidel castro locked cuba |
So deep that you can scuba dive/my jive |
Origin is unknown like the Jubas |
I’ve accumulated honies all across the map |
Cuz I’d rather bust a nut then bust a cap in Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroilliac |
I’m the mack so i don’t need to tote a Mac |
My attack is purely mental and its nature’s not hate |
It’s meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state |
Stagnate nonsense but if you persist |
You’ll get ya snotbox bust you press up on this |
I flip hoes dip none of the real niggas slip |
You don’t know enough math to count the mics that I ripped |
Keep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit |
Verse Two: |
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget |
Every time i pick up the microphone i drug it Unplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble |
Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle |
You’re rattlin’on and on and ain’t sayin nothing |
That’s why you got snuffed when you bump heads with Dirty Rotten |
Have you forgotten, i’ll tap you |
I also kick like kung fu flicks by run run shaw |
Made frauds bleed every time I g’d |
Cuz i’ve perfected my drunken style like sam seed |
Pseudo psychos i play like Michael |
Jackson when i’m bustin ass and breakin backs |
Inhale the putrified aroma |
Breathe too deep and you’ll wind up coma- |
tose the king i’m hard like a fifth of vodka |
And bring your clique cuz i’m a hard rock knocka |
I gotcha, out on a limb i’m about to push you off the brink |
Let you draw your craw but you burnin’shot breaks |
When the East is in the house you should come equipped |
Verse Three: |
Fly like a jet sting like a hornet |
Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it Dirty rotten scoundrels is crushin fools no joke |
With styles more fatal than second hand smoke |
Don’t provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor |
Cuz I blow up spots like the world trade center |
Come with the super trooper on his assault mission |
The tech’s technique cuz he’s a technician |
Wishin he’ll go away won’t help the weapons stop |
The skills are shot cuz any idiot can let off a glock |
Hard rock smellin the clutch of this untoucha |
You claim you got beef on the streets so whatcha |
Gonna do when real niggaz roll up on you |
And you don’t got your crew |
Pull your glock but you don’t got the heart |
You was webbed straight from the start |
Bought a tool and didn’t learn how to use it Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it Just for frontin you got that ass waxed |
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