The Longshots - The Sneak Attack lyrics

[Hook: scratches] [Jeru da Damaja:] Competition you wish to take me out...I doubt that you're ready.. When I plan my attack. [gunshots] [Prodigy:] And that's that [Rock Shabazz:] My rimes is like convicts, both fresh out the pen Locked up inside of bars, terrorizing other men Who take pride in shame, at they gay pride parade Abomination to the earth, a dead body and a curse They sleepin with other men but I'm labeled a h*mophobic Like I'm the one with the problem Like I'm the one with the co*k in him Reportin live from Sodom you got junior high lesbians f*ggots raising children Even some of your favorite emcees is gay men (Brothers and sisters! I don't know what this world is coming to) But welcome to the Terrordome, the Dangerzone Dungeons of Rap, where fake n***az don't make it back Check the stats n***a Ninety-nine percent of these n***az is wack rimin' The other one percent I personally don't like em Cause every single year, it seems and appears These rappers chant and cheer for a k**er and a queer But f** Liberace and f** John Gotti Words as sharp as a Gemstar Bet y'all, that my rusty Bryco. makes wiggers act white Makes n***az act right Coonin for the limelight? n***a get your mind right or lose your cred like five mics Hip-Hop quotables and Unsigned Hype Ya'll some Comicview jigaboos on the mic And we Cosby and Pryor Masters watchin amateurs' corny gimmicks backfire Better duck or catch iron motherf**a [Hook: scratches] [Jeru da Damaja:] Competition you wish to take me out...I doubt that you're ready When I plan my attack [gunshots] [Prodigy:] And that's that [Crayon:] This is the year of the cosmetic thug Toting guns and buff Street theatrics in order to create a buzz Bullet wounds and jail time Become equivalent to hotlines Pose with a nine and watch your stock rise All eyes on these magazine covers Behind the scene vaseline lovers They write it between rubbers Motherf**az act like they tired of the wack sh** You sell a couple of records then these hypocrites'll a** kiss Promoters made the underground corrupt Now the name's synonymous with you just s** So its f** rap for the moment The Longshots approaching Witness hell freeze over in hopes heaven notice Submit inside my pulpit Or feel the fire from our full clips That makes you retire from all your bullsh** You never been in the presence of real thugs (No) Just grown men s**as for love that turned Blood (Imposters!) And I refuse to be down with your crew Meanwhile back on the block they're all getting shot Motherfukaz! [Hook: scratches] [Jeru da Damaja:] Competition you wish to take me out...I doubt that you're ready When I plan my attack .(gunshots) [Prodigy:] And that's that [Senator:] This is perhaps the sickest group ever promoted by a mainstream record company [Crayon:] Now can your mind picture One room thirty kids And your lucky if, your teacher speaks english Now look at the cla** Some of them belong in special ed And some are pregnant And some of them already did a bid Think about it Did the mayor really expect you to pa**? When all the text books are outdated And belong in the trash? I don't know, the future is bleek n***a I aint lying Schools been getting shot up around here way before Columbine Anyway they more like jails, cla**room or a cell Length of a sentence determines if you pa** or you fail Instead of graduation we getting ready for trial I throw a seat up at the judge I got a right to be hostile [Rock Shabazz:] Little girl, six years old, alone Watching television Watching rappers glamorize her father cause he's locked in prison Up north he's h*mos**ual Should be home protecting you But now his friend's molesting you I creep when he's caressing you And shoot him in his testicles