Nothing But Crap

Verse 1

Didn’t we hear these same lines before?
‘Bout how you knock down doors
And be toting them four-fours in the street war
Life of crime you find time to drop dime
God cipher divine say you got nothing on yo mind
U pimp the culture for dollars, and blind people follow
Check yo mirror sign son
U gone see yoself tomorrow
And the wages of transgression
Disrespect the mike session
We’d all be better off If you picked another profession
‘Cause all yo analyses
Need mental dialysis
U can come out dem palaces
youcan check them imbalances
The people in the streets need real information
For elevation, to change their situation
Understand what I’m stating?
Reapa mount up, and I be prone to count up
Them rappers whose lyrics suck
Pack them all back in the Mack truck
Check them fake gangsters, wit’ dey level of mobage
And throw they ass out with the rest of the garbage


Verse 2

What happened to the creative, meditative, emancipative?
When the evil tongues come perpetrating as the native
Now we stuck up in slave games, Impersonating street fame
Apparently forgot the real name of the game
Survival, I’m liable, pull the lessons out the Bible
Negative results of worshipping all them idols
Took the art form I love and then you totally denigrated
Dropping REAL bombs on ya now, watch me detonate it
ReapALife with verbal knife, my shit so pure
U on the road 2 nowhere and I be gots the detour
Slinging them verbals like a switchblade crossfire
And represent the A-T-L until I don’t die
Got you locked, claiming you hard rap star
U only in place because Allah u akbar
And when the end time come, for yo peep up in the heavens
You’ll wish a little bit of yo bread had been unleavened.

Verse 3

U ready for the battle, pack the coliseum
To store all their entrails, you’ll need a mausoleum
Culture vultures and bandits, they planned it
Made the mistake and took the old school for granted
My rip-rhyme flows permeating In the South land
A rubberband man, record spinners, I expand
The little train that could and I did, so I know I can
Better ask like Heav’ D, who’s the man?
Tryin’ to roll on me, drop dime, and do the work
Think twice, back off yo mike, 'fore you get hurt
You jus’ a private, time to get a private room
‘Cause I be’s the verbal general running the HQ
Got Peanut in my crew, Monstar just Vicious
Murda Mal and DP dropping dime for the listeners
2 double O 4, We go lo pro,
It’s no go, for emcee hoes, It’s ReapALife, yo


(C) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)