Heat - The End Of Your World lyrics

[Verse 1] I hit the 28th floor, step into a boardroom filled with execs Manager flippin', five seconds from breakin' they necks All of a sudden I threw in a ca**ette The room's filled with silence, all eyes on me, they wonder what's next New rule s**as, y'all lose s**as Scream when you had enough punishment, after this I run the sh** Pack your bags, I push rappers in front of moving cabs You wanna swing with us, but I'm duckin' your jabs A mindreader, I pounce like a cheetah or a panther With a Walkman on, high on Anthrax If your question "Where them raw n***as?", here's your answer Girls (pick up the panties), aiyyo thugs (get out your handguns) Now turn 'em on yourself I got your style in my fridge on the shelf next to the tofu A roadblock in n***as' careers, you can't go through Raw is the n***a to fear, and rehearsal's where y'all should go to [Hook] Aiyyo, Dice, motherf**in' Raw Back the f** up off me, you're k**in' me hardly at all Man, just let a n***a do his thing Watch out 'fore you get dealt Dice, motherf**in' Raw Back the f** up off me, you're k**in' me hardly at all Just let a n***a do his thing Watch out 'fore you get dealt [Verse 2] There's always been wack rappers, they been here a second after rap's start But I don't know why real MCs let 'em get this far But as the new caretaker of hip-hop's graveyard Reclaiming the dead, I got new jacks wettin' they bed Hop on like the boogieman and f**in' sever they head Or bury them alive, and suffocate 'em instead Fill they tombstones out, throw your a** in a ditch Cause when you in my zone, you die when you forget Like when you forget who you are, or forget how to spit n***as bit Biggie Smalls, now they think they the sh** I remember everybody rhymed like Rakim n***as used to tongue-twist, it's gotten worse than then Nowadays you're all hustlers with a billy(?) stash Don't give a f**, cause it's all about the cash And what is beef, sleep with the heat? Yeah right, with water guns y'all wouldn't wet up Sesame Street [Hook]