Ayatollah - The Stereotype lyrics

K[Intro: Inspectah Deck] 2009!! Geez Yeah, this be that old school type sh** Yeah, that Blaxploitation sh** (Afro picks, Cadillac whips) We gon' hit you like Truck Turner, with the burner [Inspectah Deck] I'm the Stereotype, in the zone where chrome meet chrome Hard heads call it home sweet home I rep that, hat to the back, chrome blaze Low fade, blazin' the haze in the hallways Young black n***a, bout to come back bigger Rap action figure, that's strapped with the spitter I serve mankind like a super hero Gonna move the people, with sharp darts to the ear hole And terror spin, veteran style, ghetto child Call his name, hear it echo for miles Check my files, before you get wild, reconcile Trust, I touch kids, but I'm no pedophile The Superfly, I, O'Neal, holdin' the steel With the ounce from the greenhouse bent behind the wheel What's the deal? Dick riders on board In this Bloodsport, I'm like Jean Claude, yes, lord [Hook 2X: sampled singer (Inspectah Deck)] This thing, is gonna be alright (alright) here comes the Stereotype It takes, time to get it right (that's right) count on the Stereotype [Inspectah Deck] The Stereotype, this life, I'm knee deep in The creeps keep creepin', the heat streets sweepin' The greed keeps feedin', the seeds need teachin' Police be seekin', all the ones free speechin' Guns be blowin', young g's holdin' Nerve control 'em, they say that son be zonin' I'm half Huey, half Malcolm, part Martin Mixed with Mark Garvey, sharp as Sharpton A known fact, that I stay pro black I go back like Kojak or Bobby Womack Or maybe Jim Brown, been down from Ground Zero Crowned renowned hero, sound pounds your earlobe Mean daddy like a '69 green Caddy Seen daddy soakin' that fox, she beam badly With more drama than you find in the flicks I'm Dolemite, without the afro picks, I'm flyin' kicks, it's... [Hook 2X] [Inspectah Deck] My chain hang loose like I wear my jeans I got soul like Rakim and Grandma greens I represent The Projects, everything hood Big wolves in the woodwork, everything good In the bright lights, Big City, it's ten times gritty Doin' life on the streets, whose biddin' wit me? Regardless, I'mma hold mine down, load my pound Target on the unknowns who roam my town There they go on that bullsh**, when it go down You know who the culprit, sure enough The R-E-B-E, L, yell it freely I, call him Stereo, T-Y-P-E Greasy, on the hunt for the big easy Switch the game like plantin' cracks on the D.T Say what you say, G, hate don't mistake me Or play me like a must paid fee, that ain't me [Hook 2X]