DJ Premier - Blaq Cowboy lyrics

[Verse 1] Rappers are falling off like Hip Hop is having chemotherapy I'll let that line marinate completely Wayniac the cook is the elephant in the room I'm the element of doom you haven't seen a cider boom From the womb I've been weaving on the loom Been writing 'bout my life to the tune of my tomb And working in my room from the moon to the moon I'm saying, these shrews are overdue for taming Make 'em feel like an aphid in the garden of amazing Roses on your grave like Tuxedo Kamen I don't give a f**, these rappers pa** away like they used to pa** the Dutch They couldn't find the flux After hearing "Numbers On The Hoard" you'd think they had enough But even if they're in the deli, couldn't tell the number's up Step aside let me show you how I rough Got a bed full of beats, a rhymebook inside the glove Compartment, in front I got a honey giving rub While I run these rappers down in my F-150 truck I lay in the cut until these sirens have given up [Verse 2] These fools afraid to put me on because they know I'm on top I keep walking as a stranger and rock the whole block I got a gift that's ironically never been wrapped It's the wrath of a rapper that's never been had Shouts to Jeru for doing Wrath of the Math So I can pull you from the past, I am the aftermath Rap game Sam Beckett for that a** I'm a rook These kings are getting checked without the power of a hook Did y'all forget about the power of a book? I read like a worm so you know I got 'em shook They ain't a crook, they see words at a 5th Grade level I'm this great, the master of the 24-bit...