The Black Opera - KOON SH!T lyrics

[Intro] There ain't no ro- a-ain't no more rules, my n***a No more rules. I mean n***as'll take some cla**ic sh** Some cla**ic hip-hop sh** and just spit over the beat like, "f** it!" But sh**, how you think we made this sh**? From the jumps, no f**ing rules We took James Brown, younahmean? Flip that sh** No f**ing rules, man, it's no f**ing rules in hip-hop Rap, whatever the f** you wanna call it We just making music how we feel it Somebody gon' feel that sh** - whoever don't, f** 'em!"The real... hip-hop" "MCing, and DJing.. from your own mind, ya know?" "I, I guess right now we should start the show"[Hook] Yeah, f** it, go stupid, get zooted, do koon sh** We losin anyway, might as well go out shooting f** it! Start gunning, getcha numbers, n***a do dumb sh** There ain't no coming back from this, we already down by damn near hundred, see..[Nokbai BLACK] Life done f**ed with the wrong n***a So I'm finna turn up like a car ignition I'll split a n***a wig like Paul Mitchell It's the real, n***a, no false fiction Consequences, contradiction Everybody one big contradiction Just make the peaceful outweigh the evil That's rules to live by - Operaizm See your sh**, I turn down like raw twat from a burnout You're no match for TBO, TKO, first round You lyrical miracle spiritual n***as can get it too Cause we ain't hearing you neither This is that ether, either you with us or you beneath us Ego is big as Aretha, my pinky is up on my tea cup Distinguished, gentleman living that leisure, life of a genius Tortured method to my madness, falling Cannonball, Adderley on Adderall Saxophone, acid rain forecast galore[Interlude] And the average rapper says... Waddup, my n***a? Yo yo, straight up lemme tell you some sh** Yo, you started that sh** off dope, on some koon sh**, my G Like you was actin like you was tryna talk reparations, make-that-money, n***a Then you got that old like, super-lyrical MF DOOM, Wu-Tang, dead prez Y'all some dead prez a** n***a, don't nobody wanna hear that sh** What you tryna kick knowledge? f** - that, n***a I got degrees and sh**, n***a, I chose this life, n***a n***as is out here makin cash, n***a Yo, swag that sh** out, you sound like you tryin too hard, my n***a n***as, this ain't 1990! You ain't Joey Bada**, my n***a ("You know my steez") The f**, n***a? f** you, n***a.. what? ("Let em know, do your thing y'all") ("Keep it live") I mean yeah, we making Koon Sh!t, but we makin money, my n***a Money my n***a ("To the beat y'all")[Hook][Sensu BLACK] Don't nobody wanna hear that hip-hop, young n***a turn down that boombox From Joey Budden to Joey Bad, n***as in my hood say they both a** (damn) I used to feel like in the outcast, where I'm from, there's koon sh** n***as wasn't even feeling that OutKast when it first came out, are you hip? To that Wu-Tang, they say "What?", but n***as was bumping that Spice 1 And n***as was bumping that 2Pac, but Pharcyde they say "What?" n***as in my hood ain't came from money, so they only respect what's making money So we put on our suits and ties for money, rappers put on chains then they hang from 'em Let an underground n***a say new slaves, it's boring, it's boring Let the n***a Kanye say that sh**, it's scoring, it's scoring We're whoring ourselves out for what? - That cheese Either way you gon' live on your knees, either way you gon' live on your knees What we do for money is ugly, is ugly, that koon sh** is stupid, I agree, I agree Some rappers prob'ly woulda been a janitor if it wasn't for koon sh** on planet Earth Now these coon-a** n***as is millionaires, these coon-a** n***as is millionaires"You know my steez"[Outro] Oh oh, that's how you supposed to do it, right? Double it? Yeah, Black to the Opera No Soul with the De La, forget all them players We the Rhymesayers, yeah Let 'em know. Sometimes you gotta have fun with it, man The mic Y'all n***as is stupid, man! Y'all n***as is stupid! Y'all the dumbest smart n***as I know, man!