Rza - '97 Mentality lyrics

[Intro: Cappadonna] Yo! It's the burial ground sound, Dunn! It's real out here Staten Island puttin chills in y'all n***as Forever in it.. yo [Cappadonna] My devastating hot '97 mentality Keep me on point for my four-digit salary Heavyweight lyric never lost one calorie I'm soon to be seen on the TV screen Gambino Cappaccino to the Afro Sheen Stay black, where I'm at, high road to rap council Splash love to Wu in a orderly tonsil Never limit to the diction, cause chaos to mixin Brutalize a sound check, ripple through the intermission Rap's under siege, held tight like a squeeze Forced in the world 'Donna nuclear freeze Doing damage to the wannabe Flip Mode and Def Squad Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap entourage If you dare to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers My word of mouth it's all real wigs might peel Livin large and in charge branch out Bon Voyage Twenty-four diamond government named God Alias Daryl Hill bring thugs back to k** Circle around my son, Daryl Jr. never eatin lard Auntie Dauntie sixteen holdin me down AIDS of rap music may be contagious to sound Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronoun Method forcin J-Love to Bring the Pain from underground Realizin food for thought is self-compromising Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-O sizin Blue do what he do to keep that currency risin Hopin I catch a deal so we can catch a four-wheel Instead of catchin bodies, n***as not keepin it real I dirt bomb n***as that steal cake from stores That's my type of n***as I be wanting on my tours Can't help it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne Ruckus in the square I stay rough like the Clan Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand Punk motherf**ers better beware of the Shaolin Defy interactive project Children of the Corn Gats and my man keep em bustin till he's gone Style so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn Donna come through everyday my uniform Changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of b**hes Crackhead n***as get stitches So what up with that kid, danger when I attack, kid Watch how the slang hits you just like a bat, kid Form another pyramid, look how we slid All over Park Hill, Stapleton politic On a twenty dollar bill all in it together You can't f** with the stormy weather, yaknahmean? [Hook x4: Ghostface k**ah] To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard Father-U the C-Cipher, start the revolution Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution