97 Mentality (Mixed)

[Intro: Cappadonna] Yo, it's the burial ground sound, dunn It's real out here [Verse: Cappadonna] My devastating hot '97 mentality Keep me on point for my four-digit salary Heavyweight lyric never lost one calorie I'm soon to be seen on the TV screen Gambino Cappaccino to the Afro Sheen Stay black, where I'm at, high road to rap council Splash love to Wu in a orderly tonsil Never limit to the diction, cause chaos to mixin' Brutalize a sound check, ripple through the intermission Rap's under siege, held tight like a squeeze Forced in the world 'Donna nuclear freeze Do the damage to the wannabe Flip Mode and Def Squad Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap entourage If you dare to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers Not word of mouth, or song, real wigs might peel Livin' large and in charge branch out Bon Voyage Twenty-four diamond government named God Alias Daryl Hill bring thugs back to kill Circle around my son, Daryl Jr. never eatin' lard Auntie Dauntie sixteen holdin' me down AIDS of rap music may be contagious to sound Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronoun Method forcin' J-Love to Bring the Pain from underground Realizin' food for thought is self-compromising Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-O sizin' Blue do what he do to keep that currency risin' Hopin' I catch a deal so we can catch a four-wheel Instead of catchin' bodies, niggas not keepin' it real I dirt bomb niggas that steal cake from stores That's my type of niggas I be wanting on my tours Can't help it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne Ruckus in the square I stay rough like the Clan Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand Punk motherfuckers better beware of the Shaolin Defy interactive project Children of the Corn Gats on my man keep em bustin' 'til ya gone Style so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn Donna come through everyday my uniform Changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of bitches Crackhead niggas get stitches So what up with that kid? Danger when I attack, kid Watch how the slang hits you just like a bat, kid Form another pyramid, look how we slid All over Park Hill, Stapleton politic On a twenty dollar bill all in it together You can't fuck with the stormy weather