Brass Knuckles

[Verse 1: Black Thought]

I got the planet by the birth strings, frees what you giving me

First things first, a-yo, you curse like a Kennedy

My team put weak emcees out of they misery

Stacking more bread and cheese than little Italy

Something you could riddle me, who illest in the industry

I ain't mean to start it, but a bullet finna finish it

I ain't trying to hit a bystander when they innocent

Be looking out for hova, they the witnesses

My certificate say I'm the magnificent

Motivational speaker, that's where the bad bitches is

Everybody's a copy and I'm a tad different

Steady bring the classic twist until you sick of this

And then you shake when your vision all shivery

Face getting quivery, your eyes all jittery

Praying to your God, like please lord deliver me

Tariq about to take me out of the game, now isn't he

I'm obsessed like the niggas on A&E

Never try to test, don't you ever think of playing me

To protect yourself, you best think of paying me

I'm an O.G. and ain't shit you can say to me

[Verse 2: Dice Raw]

Niggas talk about shooting, getting money, ducking sirens

And they never spent one second with the lions

I hear them rap for a second, I can tell they lyin'

With every lie you tell, you get closer to dyin'

Dying out, [playing?] out, name your top 25 alive

Go get em' when I start spitting lay them out

I ain't the best though, I must confess

It's a lot of little niggas running around that sound fresh

But they ain't got a fucking clue about success

The Beamers, the Jags, the Benzes, the Porches

Clans wanna' torch us, or [pork?] us like crosses

I cut the fucking head off of any nigga that cross us

And put me up there with the world's greatest authors

You niggas take orders, my niggas take borders

We playing dollars, you playing with quarters

You playing with fire, we playing with daughters

[Verse 3: Truck North]

A public service announcement from the earth-quakin'

Record breaking, money making and the money taking

He lied and said he live, but money faking

I cooked a sucker up fast, North easy bake 'em

Uh, the hall of fame is a mansion

That you are now privy to the amongst champions

Should be a rolling stone the way he romanced it

Chicks bring homemade gifts like it's Kwanzaa

My stanzas make them go bananas

And my grammar could pull your grandma

Pardon his manners, turn on the cameras

Hallway clutter with knives, and old hammers

Uh, so let's get it started up in this

Cut[?] [?] but still ain't got enough of this

Still lock your chick down like a last call

[A nigga brick top by the way he get snatched?]

[Verse 4: STS]

It just sounds so complex like the media network

The flow is effortless, I ain't no media expert

Sugar in the house, I put the heat to your best verse

Been hungry for a quotable, I beat them with excerpts

The leaf hit my chest first, I need to be blessed first

She going downtown and she don't need to get dressed first

A pair of 23's, dungarees and a sweatshirt

I'm bobbin' to the beat while she proceeds with a neck jerk

The money making, honey taking, hope she give head first

A nightmare walking, find me where the threat lurk

A psychopath talking, come see where the devil work

My soul is in the pen, and I ain't speaking about Leavenworth

This shit get a fella' hurt, them verses are stellar work

Get that niggas' bitches, Sugar Slim [--how yellow jerk?]

Roll up an L of purp, get on my level first

This is hip hop at it's finest, nigga word up to Red Alert