Gang Starr | 2 Deep (1992)

Mmmm, I'm back for the payback, black
Ready to attack, so to your jaw I start to mack
Its the mutherf*cking Compton psycho
So suckers who be sounding so wack, don't try to bite, yo
You'll play the bitch and I'll play the pimp
Then I'll be pimping your ass to make money real fast
Cause to the homies you just don't hit
Can't get juice with that doo-wap pop shit
Geah nigga, I just won't quit
My rap is bomb ass chronic, 10 dollars a hit
Try to diss fool and I'll shut you down
Put on a big nose fool cause its time to clown
So now I gots to break my mutherf*cking foot off
In your ass because you came back too soft
They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks
Well this trick is new, its the duck sick 2

Now watch me f*ck up your program
And you'll be saying 'damn i lost my luck.'
Now your ass is stuck, mutherf*cker
By the Compton gangsta of rap. Raised in the hood
Always up to no good
I need to peel a cap, so I kill some
Poor unfortunate fool with the nine gun
You come fake, f*ck with Eiht, you gots no clout
Keep talking shit as I buss your f*cking mouth
Now fool what kinda move was that?
I see your quick to talk shit, yeah boy I'm quick to pull the gatt
Claiming my city, oh what a pity
And the way you shout out just sounds shitty
So nigga, slow your mutherf*cking roll
f*ck you with a pole, with the rhymes you stole
So gather up your homies, him him and him and you
Geah, its the duck sick 2

I dont beleive it, another mutherf*cker
On the rap shelf done f*cked hisself
Just squeezed in like a bitch
I guess thats why he raps with a high pitch
I just can't figure
How the punk ever think he could f*ck this nigga
You're short, shorter than short, sorry punk
Still blast that ass when the Ides got me drunk
Just keep getting it, dont stop sucking
Too soon punk or Eiht'll start f*cking
Your weak old shit that won't last
You won't hang as I slap your bitch ass
So get ready, cause its your mutherf*cking calling
You and your wack ass crews 'll start falling
Geah drop to your knees, because we ain't through
Get a grip, do it Quik, the mutherf*cking duck sick 2

We outta here

Compton's Most Wanted | Duck Sick II (1992) DJ Quik Diss

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I came to set 'em straight, and let em know
Whoever's holding the best, just let him go
Cause here's the inside scoop on the fiend
They wanna know why I'm seldom seen
Cause who needs the TV screens and magazines
Or shooting through the city in fly limousines
There's one thing I don't like, it's the spotlight
Cause I already got light
They be like, yo we had a get together last week
And we know everyone was there except the Black Sheik
Because my schedule is tight, I gotta write
I'm deep in the archives, and keeping 'em hyped
It's been a long time, since you heard a strong rhyme
None of these are weak so when you bite on mine
We can trace the hits and then name that style
Emcees'll be out of a job for a while
I reposess your indentification
So hand in your application
Put your mic on strike until you're unemployed
Contract is up and I'm stamping it void
Your selection ain't that selective
So I'mma put you in your proper perspective
On the dancefloor, and doing the shake
Ready to let em brake, set em straight

Somebody said I set 'em up and pulled the plug on 'em
But instead I let 'em go on so I could bug on 'em
Go 'head and flow, cause I close the show
Swing a song for the ladies and rhyme real slow
For instance, once I commence
The crowd is convinced
So now you know who to put your money on
Hurry up, before your money's gone
Cause I'm the most common denominator
Orchestrate a rhyme much greater
I'm like a world almanac, so tell the media
Giving 'em information like encyclopedia
So bring a dictionary, so you can look it up
So you know what I mean, when I hook it up
No misconceptions although I complicate
But this concept'll set em straight
They even said that I was locked in jail
So now I guess I'm out on bail?
The only island I was on was the Strong one
And if I did my bid, it'll be a long one
Cause if I sold weight, I'd be Upstate
In the penile, waiting for a break
Cause selling drugs is for handicaps
I got too many skills besides busting rough raps
If I go to jail, it won't be for selling key's
It'll be for murdering emcees
The beat'll take over your heart, then I start
To cut em in half, cause rhymes are razor sharp
Secure the exits, all emcees remain
Cause we got a crowd to entertain
And I know, when I go, I'll flow dangerous
Brains'll bust, what you trying to explain to us?
You got lost, and couldn't go on
Came up short, so here's one to grow on
Elevate off a high IQ
In time, you'll find I'm true
Cause once I start on a piece of art
From sun to moon and light to dark I build the Ark
Now you can float off the rhymes I wrote
I'm sure that we'll hit shore without a boat
You could bring a battleship and still get shipwrecked
Attacked with a torpedo, what did you expect?
Drifting up the creek, without a beat or a paddle
Castaway on a raft and stand fragile
Rescue your crowd, which ain't a hard job
Me and my knowledge put together, I'm a lifeguard
Dealing with actual facts it sold out fat
Here and now, but I go so far back
To bring you up to date, so we can elevate
It's no time to wait, or anticipate
Cause I'm never late, I'm gonna motivate
So I can let 'em break, and set 'em straight

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