Jappy Jap

Let's hit 'em with it... About to get boots, iller on these dudes... Sugar Ray 'em... and I mean Leonard... check it out... yo... A brother who's known for his rap! Ha! Double K Yeah, the Double K, you know The brother who's known for his rap And who's that? Thes One! And that's my man, Thes One The brother who's known for his rap Yup, they call me Double K, and yo A brother who's known for his rap Way to go! Way to go! Ha... my man, Jappy Jap! Now if you see me in a lab coat, don't think I'm just chlling I'm rubbing my palms together, got plans on taking the villain Like my nigga Ren, if it ain't rough, it ain't me And if the beat ain't knocking you over, you know it ain't the P Guaranteed to be in stock like these busters getting blocked That's niggas getting mopped from these floors that we rock They missing hip hop, you see hip hop be missing me with that bull I got pulled quick, come loaded with the full clip Blast up your party like a shoot-em-up flick Busting through the swinging doors with aggression galore You learnt your lesson before, I hope they keep you on tour Take your money followed by a pimp slap, that ain't rap More like a ribbing, man, it's only given that I hit men All in they emotion glands, I claim band and those niggers know it They sure ain't coming around, acting fly Drinking forties, always telling lies in they rhymes I think they're trying too much, I keep 'em crying too much The Double keep 'em in a clutch, and with self I stay in touch But here's a letter for the weak who speak trash when they talk Take a walk before you end up on stage in chalk, 'cause I'm A brother who's known for his rap! Yeah, the most supreme, the Double K The brother who's known for his rap! And who's who? Thes One, drinking beer, having fun in the back A brother who's known for his rap! Jappy Jap The self contained Double K... and who? A brother who's known for his rap! Jappy Jap! Aw, yeah... It's my job, I twist knobs and make the odds seem to operate chemical Lyrically polemical, touch ya like a tide pool tentacle Identical, to unendable, unbendable metal You claim ghetto fame, that same game, another buster Crashing through your tracks, I'm the wax claim adjuster Kick, kick, snare, high-hat, vinyl cognac Shining like a Sly Stone belt on felt slip mats You kit-kat, breaking with the new data Zip DAT Hate to megabyte my hipstyle like a reptile I'm Croc Hunter, dumb done, we're block blunters Bleeding beedi burners to Portugals and Turners Who freaking what we speaking like a deacon who's tweaking Or a heat-seeking missile (And all you hearing is the whistle) And jump out your Fubu while we thizzle you Fizzle is a locate set to take down, translate sound Tape-deck bound, non-stop to tour jet Gonna touch your town, if we haven't already yet (Uh huh) I met a lot of people (Uh huh) They're waiting for the sequel (Uh huh) Well here it is, O-S-Teach kids about the People Aw, yeah... (repeated and scratched) Yo, and that's how we bringing it like that Never came square, never thought about coming square It's the mother with the P, it's me And my man Thes One, and he rock like that They call me the Double K, and yo, I rock like that Brothers known for the rap, we keep it like that It's the P brother who gets weak like that A brother who's known for his rap (scratched) Yo... for his rap, you know where we at L.A... Los Angeles... Straight up It's a sunny sky and everything's looking good Hey, Thes One, how we feel? You know... Peace!