DJ Unknown & DJ Mekalek ft. Punchline, Mike Zoot, and Al-Shid - âReal Hip Hopâ
[Emcee(s): Punchline, Mike Zoot, and Al-Shid]
[Producer(s) of Instrumental 1: DJ Premier (Original Instrumental from Das EFX - âReal Hip-Hop (Premier's LP Version)â)]
[Producer(s) of Instrumental 2: Pete Rock (Original Instrumental from Das EFX - âReal Hip-Hop (Pete Rock Remix)â)]
[DJ Mix: DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek]
[Scratches: DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek]
[Intro: Punchline]
(Yeah) Yeah (Like what?), yo (Uh). (Punchline) You are now tuned in (To who?) to Punchline (Yeah. Punch, AKA Chris Sabian) Iâll blow minds and spit rhymes, hit dimes. Yeah (Big up my man DJ Mek). Itâs like this (Wordsworth, holler). Check it (Yeah), yo, uh
[Verse 1: Punchline]
When I spit, the world stops. You all watch
Iâma still be on top when you all drop. Itâs on
Lockâno rapper in the game could stop me. I got a
Twenty-inch dickâthatâs why my attitude cocky
Youâre not me, so do you. Iâll blaze crews
Iâll destroy the nobodies and the whoâs whos
Iâll make moves, and, like JesĂșs, you all praise me
Iâll pregnate your girl, but sheâs saying itâs your baby
Itâs crazy. That night, your chick was feeling me. Donât be
Surprised if your child got great rhyming ability
No oneâs as ill as meâdonât forget it
My lyricsâll change the world like September 11th
âTil the death, Iâll rep it, and donât none of yâall want it
In battles, I got yâall calling for reinforcements
I get cash endorsements for sixteen-bar verses
Youâre all worthless. Apply pressure, you get nervous
Iâm cold-heartedâwhen I spit, it gets frigid
Iâll mail you a battery with anthrax in it
Either the envelope or the rhymeâll kill you
When Iâm done, youâll be sipping on herbs to heal you
No one else can pimp it the way I do. Iâll get
Brains from chicks with low IQs
Paid my dues and then some. Enter my zone
Welcome to the world of Punch and Unknown
Where you get hot joints and the rhymes are tight
And I just made these motherfuckers up last night
My thugs ride to it, my backpackers bop to it
No one else could do it like I do it
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Hook: Samples with Scratches by DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek]
âNow tell me, won't this fucking verse right hereâ - Sample from Starang Wonduh on O.G.C. - "No Fear"
âTurn a wack rapperâs day into his worst nightmareâ - Sample from Starang Wonduh on O.G.C. - "No Fear"
âNow tell me, won't this fucking verse right hereâ - Sample from Starang Wonduh on O.G.C. - "No Fear"
âTurn a wack rapperâs day into his worst nightmareâ - Sample from Starang Wonduh on O.G.C. - "No Fear"
[Verse 2: Mike Zoot]
Big mouths get asses and shit they canât get out of
Dead with your chick and your hand in the shower like
âWho done it?â Rhyme thirsty on an empty stomach
Hurl my insides outsideâsmell like somebody died here
A long time overdue, so now we do it over
Hardly ever slow, but chips on shoulders of soldier
Pipes filled with pressure soon bust, blow out the solar
High life, weâll live a lilâ lower with pistola. Weâll
Travel. Rapper fool, feel the pavement
With my chick to the place, need kicks, to pay the cable
And light bill. Mix speed, trees, and Nyquil
Woke up Tuesday morning, thinking itâs Friday night still
Same spot, donât remember nothing how I
Got here, who this bitch on my cock. She looking aight still
Like a two-dollar bill, yes, quite real
Almost to a fault, bring this shit to a halt
Got a styleâI donât know what itâs called. Classic time
Capsule out the vault before the ball is malt
Before Suge got locked up or Bow Wow flowed
The second coming of I donât know what, but itâs something
[Verse 3: Mike Zoot]
Yo, yo, we got
Bitches fighting over us, writing letters on some
âYes, no, maybe.â Check a box, but they wonât go with us
The whole crew. âWho you? He ainât grow up with usâ
Password, check, set, sign. Please show it up
(Alright, thatâs that son and brother) Alright, thatâs son and brother
N***a, Iâm damn near your fatherâsay âhelloâ to your mother
I was trying to feed the huge stem like Sally Struthers, so for
Your nine ninety-nine, my whole trackâll stay alive another
Month. Six top, six bottom fronts all
Crooked. No-lunch hungry and I look it
Dressed bummyâsmell it. Iâm âbout moneyâyou could
Taste it and hear how wasted the kid is
[?] your ribbons. Yo, brethren, where the shit is?
N***as, get your chicken up. Bitches, scrub your fishes
Reroll spliffs, open fix, and hit this
Listen first, love, memorize, and kick this
[Hook: Samples with Scratches by DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek]
âI'm not the one, not the two, not the threeâ - Sample from [?] - â[?]â
âAnd fucking with my time not for you, not for meâ - Sample from [?] - â[?]â
[Verse 4: Al-Shid]
N***as is quick to start, want to spit their darts
One verse, dumb, thirsty, get ripped apart
Want to rift? I donât even need a fifth to spark. Iâll have
You n***as like Pun, taking shit to heart
If youâre smart, youâll be the fuck off of the set
âCause you little soldiers is way too soft for the vets
Iâll send my young guns. Theyâre leather, let them numb slug fly
We squeeze, speak at yâall knees like you some dumb guy, so
In a lump sum, n***a, tell one lung âbyeâ
Along with your kidneys and spleen. My n***as is mean
Canât be seen in the booth. N***a, Shidâs the truth
Flawless on foul lines like Abdul-Rauf
You lose a tooth for bar-biting, lose a tooth
Then droop when we start fighting. Once my squad striking
All you do is get deaths and complain. If I
Approach, all youâre getting off your chest is your chain, n***a
[Outro: Al-Shid]
(Itâs like that) Itâs like that (Peace). Yeah, n***a. That DJ Mek shit (Unknown, whatâs up, baby? Yeah. Still holding it down)