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