• Naughty By Nature
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  • Naughty By Nature

    Yoke The Joker

    Yoke the joker

    Yoke the Joker!!!!

    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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