Don’t Body Ya Self aka The M.C. Burial

[Intro]

Hope y'all make it through the storm

You know what, though? I love the rain, man

Love the rain

A lot of you cats is runnin' your mouths (heheheh)

You're runnin' your mouths crazy

Think y'all got to ease up, though, you know?

Ease up 'fore somethin' happen, man

We don't want that, at least you don't

Be easy, man

Tell you how it feels to be on top of the world

But y'all niggas better take it slow

Don't body ya self

(take it slow)

Don't body ya self

(take it slow) Yeah, don't body ya self, nigga (just gon' take it slow)

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]

Everybody get low, niggas

Dedicated to the "Fuck Nas" coalition, touch my dough

Let .40 cals blow, nigga

Not cows with four legs but cals with more lead

That add up more dead, it's on nigga

I'ma bury 'em

Niggas don't want beef, they vegetarian

Scared of pussy, you climbed out a caesarean (woo!)

I push your grown ass back in your mother's womb

You need 9 more months, your crew's 9 more punks

You rhyme on stuff and claim I ain't sign y'all up

If I sign y'all, I'm on dust

Yeah we from the same hood, but nigga, what?

When y'all was tryna rap, y'all was makin' me proud, man

Now you fucked up, down on your luck, runnin' your mouth, man?

Why don't you be a real man? Say you need a little help

And I might help your ass off the shelf

But no, you're bein' disrespectful

Thinkin' son so cool that he won't check you

Stand down, the King is home

Queens' own, NASDAQ, Dow Jones

[Break]

Wow

Don't body ya self, crazy

Take it slow, man

Slow down, woah (yeah)

Take it slow, motherfucker, don't body ya self

Lis—listen (Take it slow, man)

Just listen, hahaha

Don't body ya self

Listen

Slow down, homie

Slow down

Y'all gotta take it slow

[Verse 2]

I am De Niro after Am.Ex. commercials and The Fockers

With Martin Scorsese after Gangs of New York had rocked us

Back together with the master plan

The rebirth of Langston Hughes, I'm that man

I'm in the streets like old graffiti

I'm hearin' wankstas talkin' greasy

Whether broke or rich, my friend

Nasir bring that career to an end

And I'm bored with you MCs, B

Y'all beneath me and my raps bring horror like a board of a Ouija

Of course I'm the King, get my shine on

Then I blind y'all 'cause they call me The Lord of the Rings (It's nothin')

Pinky heavy man, big stones in the wedding band

Smell the brimstone, back from Hell again

Next verse gets worse, from God's Son to Devil sent

[Break]

Y'all need to take it slow

Don't body ya self

Yeah

Motherfuckers, act like ya know ('05)

Motherfuckers, better take it slow

Don't body ya self (Hahaha)

[Verse 3]

They say Jada defeated him

Joe too street for him

What's next? I guess it's for Nas to Ether him

Y'all awaiting a MC burial

This is ethereal, FM stereo to XM radio

What does it mean, ethereal? Hmm.. either heavenly or spiritual

Extreme, delicately light in a way that seems too perfect for this world

Man that is righteous, faithful and keeps law

Will surely live, declares the sovereign Lord

And you are none of the above

So you a sucker for death, if I'm a sucker for love,,

And y'all wanna know why I ain't gotta answer niggas?

'Cause I truly understand these niggas

Scared of me, so they talk about family members

Like I can't point out your grandma to niggas,,

Damn, you was my man like crew, dog

Don't make me change your body frame to blue fog

The Q is the borough of true Dons

Any disrespect, nigga, we choose arms

Will it be Gilmore or Crowe's?

Nigga act like you know

[Outro]

Yeah

Y'all better take it slow

Motherfuckers, act like ya know

Mess around and body ya self, man

Don't body ya self