Corporal Punishment

[Intro: Phat Kat and J Dilla]

Make some noise (Oh)

Oh, Oh

Oh, Oh

Oh

Check- check- check it out

Can't- can’t- can't f*** with it, it's impossible

’Cause it's not the game to play, no, it's not the game

I came in the door, I said it before

With truth in the music, who can refuse it?

Your man's back in this

Let's show these mo*********** that it's true and not just a hobby

[Verse 1: Masta Ace]

I'ma put it to you simply, the soul of the music so empty

I'm cold when I do this, don’t tempt me

Won’t walk the stroll and the label won't pimp me

That’s when I was younger with my face all pimply (Yeah)

Now I be's a runner but I'm not picking kis up

Me, I just be coming with the rap, chicken caesar

And I just be all up in these bars like a wino

And I do this all night long like I'm Lionel

This shit is final (What?) this shit it analog

This shit is vinyl (What?) this is not Tidal

This ain’t Spotify (Nah), Pandora playlist

Kids with Sony Walkmans used to play this

Don't know how to say this, looking at the whole scene

Shit went from Crooklyn to Clockers, Bokeem

You can lean and keep sipping codeine (Yeah)

And I'ma be a cheerleader, go team

And help my environment go green

And cut your music off like old jeans

It's that slick artist known to spit hardest (Yeah)

Bringing money in like Kickstarters

Who gon' get farthest, that depends

Used to ride around in the Benz with shit starters (Ha)

This is what they call music from the soul (Soul)

There's a good chance that I'ma do this when I'm old (Old)

Young boy talking 'bout, "You already ancient"

And I got the belt, let me show you how I spank shit

Good shit, bullshit, this is how I rank shit

All white party, yeah, this is on some Frank shit

No cocaine, sorry for my profane language

Legendary style like Coltrane

And still making moves, no Hammer pants (No)

And still bringing beef, no cattle ranch (No)

When the shit goes down like an avalance

You gon' end up bleeding, speeding in an ambulance

Let me tell you where I was like a alibi

Brownsville Brooklyn, turn into a college guy (Right)

But please don't sleep like a lullaby (Please)

Got friends from the Group Home, Melachi (Dap)

Everybody who can rap want credit

Forget it, dead it, y'all don't qualify

[Verse 2: Elzhi]

I embrace the unknown

While you expected fear, there was none shown

Feels like I can kill two giants with one stone

That theory rectefies a duty to drop heat

Breaking record highs while most don't recognize the beauty

I got Mecca ties tucked inside of lawsuits like Detroit Red

Without law rules, that's word to all my Saginaw brutes

Eating on raw fruits and veggies, still rolling Reggie

Can't use cliffnotes to edge me out, I know the ledge is edgy

To push me, and momma warned me about y'all bushy

Tail girls, girls giving up tail to tushy

For Chanel, pearls and Michael Kors

When I let one of you ride on my motorcycle horse

It's how I feel

I'm a student of Masta Ace, Pastor Ma$e

And a Killa Bee with the Casper face

Give you a blessing right in a session

While I'm rolling up 'dro, loud as a "no" in a room full of yes men

[Outro: Phat Kat and J Dilla]

'Cause it's not the game to play (No), it's not the game

I- I said it before

'Cause it's not the game to play, new sh**

Can't f*** with it, it's impossible

'Cause it's not the game to play (No), it's not the game

Wanna walk the walk, well make sure your shoes fit

'Cause it's not the game to play

Let's show these mo*********** that it's true and not just a hobby