Текст (слова) песни: Naughty By Nature - Yoke The Joker

Yoke the Joker!!!!
*laughter*

Intro: Treach

There are too many overnight MC`s but one
And too many wacked who haven`t paid dues
You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit
and we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you

Verse 1: Treach

I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back
A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one
If I was born in Chung Li`s temple I would`ve turned out a shogun
Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can`t hawk
And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk
I ain`t a punk, I`ll slot`cha, furthermore I don`t scare chief
The reason I called you `pussy` cos you are what you eat, each
look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe
Don`t speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op
How dare you even try me? Don`t you know you be funky, while
you`re smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle
Hot, wild, raw, whores` still suave
*laughter* Check out this style that I`ve
soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky
semi-social, never seem sloppy
See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers
Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy
We see so-so-songs and some shots, so
snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo
Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin
Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system
Smoke the joker, three times over
and owe her, go with the flow
or I`m about to yoke a joker

Verse 2: Treach

All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru
Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do
You`re ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard
Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards
Let`s giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up
Grab your microphone, battle time shown up
Any freestyle I see while I prowl
I dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow
Another victory, it`s mystery
I smoke your skull, your brain`ll come blistery
All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he
get the things he needs? Remember how blistery?
You ain`t ready for the Freddy of rap
You can`t kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me
slicin your life away, just like I might today
I eat you the psycho way, I`m rippin shit right away......
I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust
Take you to a ????, sure you can fly, just jump slut
You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like
You couldn`t wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight
All luck y`all, look at the props y`all
So proud I`m sure, suck my encore`s
Swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo
I`ll smoke ya
It`s time to yoke the joker

Verse 3: Treach

The only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie
is if your father would`ve bothered to pull it out early
You ain`t got a single drip drop, you`re stripped of hip-hop
If I see ya disagreein, you`ll be gettin your shit dropped
It`s extended version, the side you can`t fuck with
You`ll get the jimmy MC, you`re swift to kick the bucket
I`m tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high
Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high
Never would you ever get the thriller, say y`all sweat
"Y`know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat"
Because you know I`m better than that on my worst day
Takin competition`s what I do in the worst way
Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya
I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya
The proof is in the footin, my collar ain`t wooden
It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children
Physically, facially, racially made to be
crazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be
Hot damn, I`m a man with a hand plan
This smack that then attract the new game plan
Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test
Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step
That`s what I do, that`s what I say, that`s what I live
That`s what I prove, that`s what I move, that`s what I give
Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit
Bite what I might get, then up and say "I quit"
Me here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg
From you ain`t in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do
Yoke the joker!

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Don`t you know you be funky, while you`re smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle Hot, wild, raw, whores` still suave laughter Check out this style that I`ve soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky semi-social, never seem sloppy See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy We see so-so-songs and some shots, so snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system Smoke the joker, three times over and owe her, go with the flow or I`m about to yoke a joker Verse 2: Treach All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do You`re ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards Let`s giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up Grab your microphone, battle time shown up Any freestyle I see while I prowl I dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow Another victory, it`s mystery I smoke your skull, your brain`ll come blistery All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he get the things he needs? Remember how blistery? You ain`t ready for the Freddy of rap You can`t kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me slicin your life away, just like I might today I eat you the psycho way, I`m rippin shit right away...... I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust Take you to a ????, sure you can fly, just jump slut You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like You couldn`t wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight All luck y`all, look at the props y`all So proud I`m sure, suck my encore`s Swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo I`ll smoke ya It`s time to yoke the joker Verse 3: Treach The only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie is if your father would`ve bothered to pull it out early You ain`t got a single drip drop, you`re stripped of hip-hop If I see ya disagreein, you`ll be gettin your shit dropped It`s extended version, the side you can`t fuck with You`ll get the jimmy MC, you`re swift to kick the bucket I`m tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high Never would you ever get the thriller, say y`all sweat "Y`know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat" Because you know I`m better than that on my worst day Takin competition`s what I do in the worst way Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya The proof is in the footin, my collar ain`t wooden It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children Physically, facially, racially made to be crazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be Hot damn, I`m a man with a hand plan This smack that then attract the new game plan Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step That`s what I do, that`s what I say, that`s what I live That`s what I prove, that`s what I move, that`s what I give Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit Bite what I might get, then up and say "I quit" Me here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg From you ain`t in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do Yoke the joker! 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