Square One - Can't Mess lyrics

Rasul Allah master supreme, catastrophy's theme Traded my laughter for dreams, last to be seen On magazines the footage on your TV-screen I rather get paid and spit sixteen Even with a telescope ya couldn't see me split this cream Hit this scheme, watch me tongue-kiss this dream No mean that's word on my cousine Shireen Ain't move of ya'l can touch or f** with this team! Hey yo welcome to the SQUARE MC's better beware Grab a microphone, run for cover & stand clear f** an introduction got no time for fanfare To get to me, you've got to go through my man here Lyrics like sharp spears cut the listener's ears Leavin' you dumb with no eardrum beggin' to hear Man of the year 'GIANNI' your label should've signed me Untill then I keep building living devinely! Chorus: Can't mess with the gods, Baby To all you pretty MC's Can't get with these (twice) The fact is you can't sack these black quaterbacks We're strapped like some cats with love for Arafat New Jacks need to practice they plan to attack We influence the ma**es it shows in their acts Exposing they're wack, take their cloth off their back While I'm posing for ad's Iman's composing the tracks Like that and Eddi's throwing on the wax So many hoes at shows front-rows be packed And perhaps curiosity k**s that cat Mad rappers get jacked plus x-ed on their backs Infinite stacks, cut like pieces of crack Beats that you lack all you MC's get smacked We use turntables while you spit off dat It's like Mugsy Bogues, against Big Shaq See it ain't where I'm from it's where I'm busting my caps And if you don't know where to put it just fill in the gaps Chorus: Repeat Watch me run with your queen through the garden of eden Teach her the Science of how to father my semen Party with demons, liquor and a jar full of reefer Show off my heater before putting size between her Lie I need her might even buy her sneaker's Untill the trick starts to flip and jeoperdize my freedom That's when I pa**ed her number to Johnny McEnroe 'cause he sure knows how to mack a ho If life's a b**h then I'm goin' to f** it 'till I die Have her laying on her stomach while she's reaching for the sky Hitting it so hard leaving marks on her thighs I do my work in the dark before the sunrise Look in my eyes, do I look like a n***a that lies? On some sh** that most brothers can only fantasize Singing on your dingaling it happens worldwide Disrespect yourself and damage your girl's pride Chorus: Repeat