Yoke the Joker

I'm telling you, I want this done quick, in and out I want all that black market shit, everything Grab all the tapes, all the cassettes Who is it? Where the shit? Everybody on the floor, nobody move Where the shit? (Yo, Treach) Yoke the joker There are too many overnight MC's but one And too many who haven't paid dues You have now entered the frost of the Flavor Unit And we, Naughty By Nature, will get our just do By terminating you I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one If I was born in Chun Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk I ain't a punk or slouch and furthermore, I don't scare chief The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each Lick is a little closer to the centre of a Blow Pop Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op How dare you even try me? Don't you know you'll be funky while He's smilin backstage doin your mother, ugh, doggystyle? I'm wild, raw, a whore and still suave Check out this style that I've Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky Semi-social, never seem sloppy See, silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouches Straps slam in style, smackin, this man's a savage Least see so-so-songs and some shots, so Snatch seven samples, start slowly, go solo Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin Strip the Sagittarius and marriage is a system Smoke the joker three times over And owe her Go with the flow or I'm about to yoke a joker All that straight-faced shit like your heart had been through Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do You ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard Someone needs to hit-and-run it and run your ass over backwards Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up Grab your microphone, battle time, sure 'nough Any freestyle I see while I prowl I dial a new style, tell me 'bout ooh, child Another victory, it's mystery I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he Get the fix he needs? Remember how blistery? You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me Slicin your life away, just like my mic today I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away I treat you like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust Take you to a roof, sure you can fly, just jump slut You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight All lockjaw, look at the props, y'all So proud of, sure, suck my encores Swingin a bolo, your flow go solo I'ma smoke ya It's time to yoke the joker The only way you would be gettin dissed, jumped like a girlie Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop If I see ya disagree, you'll be gettin your shit dropped It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with You'll get the jimmy, MC, you're swift to kick the bucket I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high Never would you ever get the thrill to say, "Yo, sweat Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat" Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day Dickin' competition's what I do in the worst way Quick to do a hit for ya, most likely I spoiled ya Or brought ya, ignored ya, then broadly floored ya The proof is in the puddin, my collar ain't wooden It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children Physically, facially, racially made to be Crazily paid, a G, what a fuckin way to be Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan Pimp smack that, then attract the new game plan Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit Bite what I might get, then up and say, "I quit" Me gettin got? Oh, what a beautiful thought from you Ain't it amazing want some paper plus a pen and tongue can do? Yoke the joker