Ice Cube

When I drop the mic it hit the floor like Thor (That’s right)

You can’t pick it up no more (Don’t even try)

Old money, new money, no money, nose runny

Don’t try to turn the Godfather into Sonny

Don’t try to turn your forefathers into money

The rap god got the whole world praying for me

You lookin’ at the grand wizard

Warlord, vocal chord so vicious

And I don’t have to show riches

To pull up, pull off with some bad bitches

To deal with this bullshit day-to-day

If I sell some yay or smoke some hay

You bitches wanna throw me up in Pelican’s Bay

I started this gangsta shit

And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?

I got lyrics that wake up spirits

They told me how to make big hits and spend digits

Can you dig it?

« Don’t Believe The Hype » was said in ’88 by the great Chuck D
Now they’re tryin’ to fuck me!

Now I gotta wet’cha (wet’cha)

I’m comin’ ta get’cha (get’cha)

You better hope I don’t catch ya (catch ya)

Fuck R&B and the runnin’ man

I’m the one that stand, with the gun in hand

So what they do, go and ban the AK?

My shit wasn’t registered any fucking way

So you better duck away, run and hide out

When I’m rolling real slow and the lights out