DJ Premier - Tazzy's Rubix Cube lyrics

[Intro: You-C] Yeah I think I'm a call this one... Tazzy's Rubix Cube I got my n***a Lil Kydd with me Shaz Krew to Lost in the 312 You know, it's a suburban thing Yeager! [Verse 1: You-C] My life is brilliant. I'm steady daydreaming of a million Fantasize about bad b**hes falling from the ceiling My flows be k**ing like it is Frieza against Krillin My style is like Ant-Man, espionage, I gotta steal it If I ruled the world, then Nas would be president And all the angels I come across would be Heaven sent Instead of demons with make-up who try to blow you Like opportunities, failed by all the opps who try to know you I'm charged up, like Drizzy Drake when he's getting fired Lazy as f**, I tried to move the "R" but I'm tired b**hes be choosy and still choosing the wrong n***a Like how you want a nerd from Englewood who be pulling triggers? And got a 4.2 with good credit But will knock a n***a out on the set, with no flexing You need to cut it like a O.T. Genasis collage And focus on your swag like Spongebob when he pronounce salad Don't even laugh cause it's not a funny matter Searching for Francis, while tryna protect the pink matter I just described the greatest movie that was ever created Don't you forget it like Glenn Lewis, and don't you hate it Go where you're loved and not just tolerated But strangers tend to show more love and have you celebrated Sad as it sounds, your enemies start to follow you I had a convo with your mother, she said should have swallowed you [Hook: x2] To me, it's what I see To you, it's what you do MArkham Asylum where all them n***as be robbing They might smile in your face but I'm promising you they plotting [Bridge: x2] Guess who's back in the motherf**ing house [Verse 2: You-C] Don't make me take control like I'm Kendrick Lamar And start bodying n***as like they smoked 100,000 cigars The f**ing Cancer, giving cancers to all of you lames With the hardest intentions as you play the easiest game How can you grow without struggle? There's no success without hustle As I continue to jam deaf like my name is Russel sh**, I'm disappointed in that corny line But when your colonel, it's bound happen in a couple rhymes I got the spirit and energy of a Busta Rhymes But never been a buster like watching Arthur when off a line I'm never off a line like Tony Montana When he was high as f** and gunned down Manny inside his f**ing casa And then his sister witnessed And she was crying and screaming and yelled "we just got married" and he ain't even flinching It's like the Lady of Rage could raid a dozen graves And come out with a thousand Jesus pieces and never be saved It's like playing a PS2 with no memory card Turning the system off while playing, questioning what went wrong Never switching sides like the styles Tré Melvin Bars so hot, you need to measure it in Kelvin [Hook:] To me, it's what I see To you, it's what you do MArkham Asylum where all them n***as be robbing They might smile in your face but I'm promising you they plotting To me, it's what I see To you, it's what you do Hazel Crest, where the realest n***as don't rest Little Kydd the tallest k**er, shoot that n***a in his f**ing chest [Verse 3: Lil Kydd] The trench-coated gentleman with reprehensible table manners Angrily stuffed your head in the end of a Campbell's canister (Use your noodle!) Brethren drowning Me and the You-C smother them in the blood of their publicist and their manager, n***a Down is the only parameter I sip my cup of Jasmine infused with the scattered ashes of your grandmother That's why I spit so old school That's golden buckles on my red low tops like I'm stepping on Tyrion Lannister The game never consisted of thrones I came here with a folding chair, I ain't gon' leave on my own My toilet paper is porcelain, my toilet is chrome I go harder than raw obsidian, I'm dropping some stones See you can come to the open mic hella first But when the n***a up front say, "random order", ask yourself, "is it really worth?" You can be the most articulate in the business And the one with the biggest Twitter earns a seat with the early bird You can walk in the light of God's vision and still get burned Take another look at your pigment and ask yourself is it really cursed? (Word, word!) I'm an animal clad in the newest fur Blind squirrels getting a nut, bury it right inside the Earth And thus I k**ed him I'm a high-five into a cricket Lifted wizard on his Raven Baxter game, respect the vision Gathering batches of kids where I last imprinted you n***as in the earth Like "meet at Tyrone's creva**e", see in a minute. (Bye!) Trench-Coat Wizard