Saukrates

Action

Saukrates


Saukrates] 
Record mode 
"Action!!" 
We taping? 
Are we roling? 
Yes sir 
God damn 
Who's the hip hop... 
Who's the hip hop 
That's action 
Give it to me 

I'm the hip hop drug, you want a hit give me a minute 
I'm leaving your brain tinted, with scores of metaphor 
Lyrical glim-fitted, bringing you sweet misery 
Like sugarcane mixed with history 
Kissing the sun could never blister me 
Jesus, I said Jesus, will you relieve us? 
A critic commentators who never believe us 
Achieve trust, never gamble on expectation 
Unless you in the future, got some kind of blood relation, ya dig 
Potent rhyme moonshine, yo take a swig 
Got a vegetarian dreaming of microwaving pig 
Secular soul, the regular man's in a hurry 
While I'm chilling in the studio eating iguan and curry 
You're a pussy ass motherfucker (hell ya!) 
I said you're puss ass motherfucker (hell ya!) 
I get your flask, flipping my words backwards 
Attach judge, either leaving the jury with the lackluster, impression 
When I'm on trial for obsession 
With the death of them MC's progression, learn your lesson 
And search for the antibotic, I hook on cigarettes and coffee 
Like you should get hooked on phonics 
Before the thought of approach crosses your mind 
I find your method of wackness, sending constant reminder 
Your style's bullshit, your style's bullshit! 
Want a key to be an MC, here's the full kit 

CHORUS [Saukrates] 
Now that's action (action! what) X4 

[Saukrates] 
Now that's act... this gonna take a minute, relax son 
Play the government up in your ass to tax one 
Unlawful MC, reach unlawful degree 
Saukrates tear up, enemy by enemy gees 
Something like a phenomenom, ghetto serial trauma don 
Pain of acid rain, target the skin 
I drop the bomb, fuck it 
I'mma keep my jones irregular 
So don't act surprised of Saukrates is checking ya 
And even with your dogs protecting ya 
Disgrace printed on your face 
You had 'em saying 'dogs forgetting ya' 
(Blah, blah, blah) 
Representation's bizarre, my mind to my mouth 
Shiny G watch(?) to a guitar 
Never ghetto superstar, rather ghetto entrepeneurly czar 
I'm twelve under, you're checking in at twelve over par 
Toke a cigar and start travelling 
I know it's potent son, I see your dreads unravelling 
I have battled men who sculptured knowledge and culture 
But poisonous dialects exposing cadavers to vultures 
Excue me for being blunt while you get blunted 
But in the words of Biggie 'hunt me or be hunted' 

CHORUS 
Can't fuck with this