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The Big East

 

The Big East

(album: SlaughtaHouse - 1993)


Awwww... yeaaaah...

Who is the man with the hats with the snaps
Dropping the raps with the truth, to the youth that's busting the caps?
Who could it be? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it a tree?
No, it's me: Capital-A, capital-S, capital-E
Booming like thunda, striking like lightning
Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, I know it's frightening
I'm hitting em over the head with lyrical styles like a bottle
My foot's on the pedal, my hand is on the throttle
I'm turbo-boosting from Houston to Vegas
You want us to quit, but shit, you can't make us
There's too much money to make, money to get, money to earn
My pockets are on "E", and I want money to burn
I got GUSTO, plus yo, I'm zeeking 'em
Rolling with L.D., Ken, Eyce, and Neek and 'em
Phat tracks, I'm freaking 'em, word to your auntie
It's written all over your face, I know you want me
Scientifical mathematical war
Rhymes and beats harder than Trigonometry 4
So open your books to page one, and I'll show you how it's done
It's the roughneck kid without a gun
I'm laughin' ha ha! it's fun to watch you weep as
You're crying, dying, try and figure out the Jeep Ass
Nig-guh, bigger and better and badder than ever before
Hitting with hardcore lyrical calesthenics that make me sore
And the shower of fire, supplier of the real
Get with the program and I'm slamming like Shaquille
Right on your head, do what I said, backing me up is the D:
(Lord Digga:) You must be crazy if you wanna mess with me
Cause I am not the one, kid
Oh no, he ain't the one, son
The shank in my sock will chop you like an onion
So Boom, head for the hills, head for the freaking border
I slaughter, like Great White Sharks, I'm making sparks

Coming from the Big East, boy, we ain't slipping
("Don't you know? ") Don't even think about it, yeah

Coming from the Big East, boy, we ain't slipping
("Don't you know? ") Don't even think about it, yeah

Coming from the Big East, boy, we ain't slipping
("Don't you know? ") Don't even think about it, yeah

Coming from the Big East, boy, we ain't slipping
("Don't you know? ") Don't even think about it, yeah

As I walk through Brooklyn, Compton or whatever
I wonder why black folks don't wanna stick together
We talk about justice, and how little we get
Yet black men be killing black men for talking shit... (right... right...)
("Here's the one, that one that always talking shit... ") [gun shots]
How the hell we supposed to wage war against the powers that be
When we are still our own worst enemy
That's why I'm the Masta, I'm trying to tell you kid
I'll break it down simply, right back to the freestiddyle
I'm bashing BREAKIN' I'll fry you like bacon
I don't smoke blunts, boy, you must be mistaken
I do smoke mics and MCs that come widdem
I hit 'em and get 'em and sit 'em down, then I spit 'em
Out some lyrical phlegm from deep within me
I'm not John, but I'm Madd-en I'll give you Moore than Demi
I burn like tobasco, your ass, yo don't beg [?]
Miss Crabtree, Stumpy said you had a wooden leg
So I brought my axe and a box full of termites
Cause I got your big, fat booty in my sites
I'm not from Philly, but I fly like an Eagle
My rap book is thicker than a catalog from Spiegel
A Regal, I do not drive, I drive a Jeep and
I should say drove one, some suckers caught me sleeping
But next time they break in my car to rip the Ase off
I'll have a pitbull waiting to rip their freaking face off
(Sick 'em boy...) [barking and yelling]

Coming from the Big East, boy, we ain't slipping
("Don't you know? ") Don't even think about it, yeah

Coming from the Big East, boy, we ain't slipping
("Don't you know? ") Don't even think about it, yeah

Coming from the Big East, boy, we ain't slipping
("Don't you know? ") Don't even think about it, yeah

Coming from the Big East, boy, we ain't slipping
("Don't you know? ") Don't even think about it, yeah

("On and on and on, it's on..." "On and on and on, it's on... ")

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