Paper Chase 가사

(If you know the song, sing along) [ J. Sands ] Ah Yo 1-2 3 to the 4 Ah Yo, 5 to the 6 Lone Catalysts, check this Ah Yo When you say you emcee, it doesn't matter It goes through my head as just chit-chatter Tryin to front like the Don Juan thug I pull the plug at the club that you rock at You need to drop that (oooohhh...) Mic, give it to the professionals, Lone Catalysts Ill strategists, steppin to this could be hazardous To your health, put your DJ up on a shelf Let him rest a minute till my man Rawls is finished Put down the Cristal bottle and stop drinkin That dream is over, ye yacht is sinkin What you thinkin, I snuff you out while you're blinkin Strike quickly, swiftly, J. Rawls, hit me Once, twice, I'm nothin nice with the vocal Throwin low blows, leavin my tag on your logo It's only right, rhymes get tossed like phoney dice Under pressure, I come through like Tony Rice Breakin down your offense over a four-bar sequence Beat your shadow, the ill delinquent who keep your fleet tense In a rhyme combat, embedded tracks And melt the wax from raps that attack Kamikaze like the Japs Niggas too close just move back Gotta breathe better, dark skies and cold weather 's all I see in Pittsburgh, but yo, back to the discussion If it wasn't meant to be, you know, it just wasn't Just ask my cousin, he probably laced about a dozen Chickens in your fortress, a metamorphis, a change Go from J. Sands to Jermaine, play the game with the devil Stocks and bonds, another level To make cream, hands stay clean like ???? Been a dream ever since I was the age of 13 (Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Hihihehe...) Sucker, you missed, aimin that mic at MC J. Sands We're the Lone Catalysts, is your name Sam? Cause if it is, step off or get your windpipe tossed Grab your coat and your scarf and just call it a loss And hit the road, Sam And you don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more Hit the road, Sam, and don't you come back no more Check it out Now I take precaution when I diss an MC If it's a crew it makes no difference to me Then maybe I'll flip on the fifth or sixth Rhyme that I kick - like this Cause the ryhme that doesn't flip is so incomplete And maybe - Rawls will give you a beat You can write your own rhymes, just practise a little It's so simple, unlike a riddle It's as easy as countin to 1-2-3 In other terms: letters L-o-n-e C-a-t-a-l-y-s to the t is how he be Yo check it MC J. Sands checkin out Special dedication To my DJ J. Rawl