The Pure Thing

Yeah, huh

Double X back with a funky new one

Yeah, huh

Pure thing, the purest, the rawest, uncut thing-thing, the thing

This is the mother-this the pure thing right here, baby

I'm Sugar Ray and I'm here to parlay with the pure thing

But first, I wanna send another shout to the king, king (Peace, nephew)

Baby boy, I'm about to get wreck

And express the Double X uniqueness with the dialect (Yeah, ****)

Droppin' bombs over beats up out the streets

And word to life, we ain't near been sweet

We're ready for whatever in any weather, however

You think you wanna do it? Let's get right into it (Draw that)

So I can start flippin' the script on the hype tip

Displayin' a style that's buck wild and thick (Kick it, Sug')

Without a question, I'm the best in my section

And every time I pick up the mic, I bust limbs, the pure thing

Kickin' raw like coke

Hittin' hard like Tyson and we ain't no joke (It's the pure thing)

Kickin' raw like coke

Hittin' hard like Tyson and we ain't no joke (It's the pure thing)

Kickin' raw like coke

Hittin' hard like Tyson and we ain't no joke (It's the pure thing)

Kickin' raw like coke

Hittin' hard like Tyson and we ain't no joke

I write and recite rugged rhymes on the late night

Studied them twice and make sure that they're right (There it is)

'Cause every single word, it sound superb

Whether it's a noun or a verb, either one is preferred

It has to add the flavor in the purest form

Like my brother Prince Shabazz, better known as the Warm (There he is)

Wise up, poop butt, before you get suited up

And set yourself up to get your punk ass fucked up (Hahaha)

I'm like a Uzi when I start to release

Fat rhymes on a masterpiece (On what, Sug'?) called the pure thing

Kickin' raw like coke

Hittin' hard like Tyson and we ain't no joke (It's the pure thing)

Kickin' raw like coke

Hittin' hard like Tyson and we ain't no joke (It's the pure thing)

Kickin' raw like coke

Hittin' hard like Tyson and we ain't no joke (It's the pure thing)

Kickin' raw like coke

Hittin' hard like Tyson and we ain't no joke (A'ight, kick it, baby)

BK's mixin', slicin' an' dicin' (Yes sir)

So I'ma hug the mic and hit you hard like Tyson

Motherfuck what you heard 'cause your vision was blurred

Double X is in the house, knockin' heads to the curb (Booyah)

I'm sick of corny rappers, perpetratin' and bluffin'

With a style that's commercial and a track that ain't pumpin'

Breakin' up the stage when I go on a rampage

And never will I take a job for minimum wage

My hand calls for better than that, and it's like that

As long as I could sting with the lyrics of pure thing

The breakdown, baby

This right here is a breakdown, uh

Alright Sug', hit 'em with one more, baby

A lotta rappers are played out, washed up and rusty

But I ain't goin' out like that, mm-mm, trust me

I'm shakin' things up real lovely, on a scale of one to ten

You draw it up and jock off it (Get outta here)

'Cause I'ma get mines off regardless

I might seem like I'm chill, but on the mic I'm heartless

It's all about the survival of the fittest, ya best get wit' it

And if you don't you might as well forget it (Scram)

And get yourself another profession 'cause you're finished (See ya)

You couldn't hang with the lyrics oh pure thing

Uh

I told you it was another funky one, baby, uh

Peace to bro man Myheem

Man Sug'

Peep the flock-a-deen, Pierre Don Juan

See this go out for Justin

Peace to the WW

Trip reminder himself Peter B

Can't forget the Big D in the house

Yo, this is BK, and we out

(It's the pure thing) Kickin' raw like coke

Hittin' hard like Tyson and we ain't no joke (It's the pure thing)

Kickin' raw like coke

Hittin' hard like Tyson and we ain't no joke (It's the pure thing)

Kickin' raw like coke

Hittin' hard like Tyson and we ain't no joke (It's the pure thing)

Kickin' raw like coke

Hittin' hard like Tyson and we ain't no joke