Da Youngsta's | Hip Hop Ride (1994) Mellow Mix

The Pharcyde | She Said (1995) Jay Dee Mix

Lords Of The Underground | Ready Or Not (1994)

I slung slang
When i came in the do'
I told you before you never know what i know my
Name oh no I'm missin' you baby, my pro black flow
Strange but thats how i walk it
Slangs how i talk it
If it don't chart mother-fuark it
How do niggas know that it's me when i come
Cos' one hands on my nuts and the others on my gun nuff
Bic lights flick when my vocal tracks lit
Get so mad over it, that they'll kill for this shit
I gets projects respect from east and west
Hip-Hop's like this no matter where niggas rest
Recognize post-its
You know i represent hard core ex-slaves Under white governments
Every hard job can't left un-done
Before you splurt gun or ya bust pon'
Niggas run for cover cos' I'm wile in the game
Kill a rapper pon' stage cos' it's all in the game
Urban radio you must play this
Cos' we ain't got no time for yo' fake ghetto shit, see
I set the trends when i came in
Cos' i come from the slum and I'm steady slangin
See, i set the trends when i came in i come from a slum
I'm steady slangin

If he comes from a slum
You could see the fuckin'
Slang, in his walk, his talk
If he comes from a slum
Well you could hear the fuckin slang
Out the woofers in his trunk
If he comes from a slum
Well you could see the fuckin slang
In his walk, his talk
If he comes from a slum
Well you can hear the fuckin
Slang, out the woofers in his trunk

Dat a fierce, dat a dollar business
Slave traders run slum slang music
But me no worry, cos some black shit is gonna go down
And i gotta get mine
Come ghetto people ere' me talkin' sistren bawlin
Nigga would you stop cos' I'm all in
Who you think you foolin' witchya stolen style
I guess about a million cos' ya platinum now!
Look at me
Knowledge how i slip slide and slang
None can a hang, choose name get slain
Like C.L. nigga this ain't a game
Ain't in it for the fame, yet how can i complain
Jersey leave a stain represent black reign
Get ill loose your grill or snake ass fangs
You know who I'm talkin' to
All bullshit aside Mr Wise come through
It's a ghetto thing.. that brothers gotta have
If you don't understand.. well thats your stupid ass
But word em up, word to moms, word is bond, word to God
With skin this dark, i can't get the job
I'm living like this cos' my life ain't changing till the day that i die
I'mma be steady slangin
See I'm living like this my life ain't changing till the day that i die
I'mma be slangin

Some brothers slang, inna crack business
Poopa could do but i choose to slang this
Paraphernalia, MIC and music
If you choose to inhale just don't abuse it
Harl up a lickel wicked ex-slave talk never could hurt nuttin
Never would write chore
Chicks off tip as i kick politricks, black kids wuhent supposed to make $1 kid
Now we get good and plenty, Shot outs props and thangs
All the came from the use of the slang
So what you talkin' when you say you'll ban this
You'll get a cock back la inna red hot clip !
A lickle summin summin, from the slang in me
You can't change me, I'm an ex-slave see
My lips, my nose, my coco black skin, subject to the slum and I'm steady slangin

Wise Intelligent | Steady Slangin (1996) Remix

EPMD - Head Banger (Remix Radio Edit)

(Seven Shawn)
My words who live between the bars and the page
And they set free, when I release on stage
My raps are scrolls, from days of old
And my butter hit the book with ink
Until the whole pen sink
It's Seven Shawn, a relic from a lost place
I kick raps, that is a North Face with soft bass
Just in case the crabs don't understand the rhyme
But they get the scoop
Go on the square root of forty-nine
I give a sharp rap attack, like a box cutter
So nice, make precise, cuttin' the butter
Smooth brother, heat up in the rough time
I get a pen and pad, then write down bad rhymes
(Wicked) One time for the mind
Just what I see
Stay the same, never do I run game on my people
Hot like a sauna, Seven's the rhyme owner
When I rock I make brothers flock this like a corner
Wanna
Melt the butter down into the depths of jeeps 
With herbs and sips,
Words of my lips sink ships
I mean hips of honey dips start to spazz and speak
Make 'em drop, shake, and make they knees get weak
Okay, rub it in like Bengay, then say:
Squeek and bam, teach it like a damn sensei
Slice and bash, I'm like weed or the hash, I make ya high last
By completing my task

(John Doe)
When my mentality flips you better run
Straight to the West, smack dead in the sun
Because I make it hot like a known drug block
And John won't let up until I get my props
Facin' reality, man they can't grasp
You better jet fast, I'm comin' for that ass with the
Real to reel, I don't have to pack steel
Shit I'm outstanding like Shaquille O'Neal
When I leave my rest It's a must I maintain
Stress piles up leavin' sores on my brain
But I keep a level and a way to sidetrack
Where I'm at?
In my ghetto deep into my raps
'Cuz when I think back and I look at the times
Pushin nickel dimes, doin' petty crimes
Rush to get old, I was bold
Threw myself into the world, no coat, it was cold
By all means necessary kept me above
Had to get the cream to support my one love
Threw on my camouflage, blendin' in the streets
Doin' wrong acts just to make ends meet
But as the clock ticked, came wisdom to see
Understandin' my third eye mastered me
Now the black market is my target of attack
Yo, my peoples are you with me? Where you at?
Let's rap

World Renown | How Nice I Am (1994) Breaks Mix

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