Right On Lyrics - Dilated Peoples

Back in the days, my pops said "right on" 

(Right on, right on) 

All the street poets in the house, write on 

(Write on, write on) 

Black people, right on, right one 

(Right on, right on) 

All my niggas rollin chevy's on deep-dish chrome, ride on ride on 

(Ride on, ride on) 

I still rock the party till the needle starts skippin 

I'm trippin like pippen, spice rum sippin 

We're mentally fastest, head of all our classes 

You couldn't pass us wit a rocket like nasa 

We all up in the house like cocky-roaches 

Snatchin mc's out the game like hockey coaches 

Fuck it, I'll break you down like a bucket 

I like the bass hittin like a ? 

Close encounters of the likwit kind 

I'm sick wit mine, writin rhymes on picket signs 

It's the j-are-o, you didn't know? 

Goin off in your face like a dirty pist-ol 

You in the house of brews, crime scenes wit no clues 

You walkin home bruised, confused wit no shoes 

You lose! 'cause you got the dilated blues 

Here's some news, my dj rock the mic and the one's and two's 

And I'm out 

And I'm in 

My words are like swords cuttin the paper wit the pen 

Yo, dilated could never be annihilated 

I waited two albums too long , somebody violated 

We migrated to global positioning 

All the dj's listenin, babu mixin it 

"E-swift" yeah, the man, the myth 

I pass the mic to evidence for the assist 

Then I'm ooouuut 

And I'm in 

My appetite for destruction will eat you up for dinn 

Yo only one meal, get sliced to four courses 

I'd take me serious, collect your man and forces 

I strictly run off select input 

Played yourself, don't have to shoot you in the foot 

'Cause you stepped outta bounds without making your rounds 

Now you come to my town 

Ask rak (yo you on deadly ground) 

These last four bars, I'ma heal all my scars 

I'm a underground cat but still like money and cars 

A cali classic, that's my word, and my word's my bond 

Dilated peoples, alkaholiks, this joint's right on 

My homie king t told me "big tash, right on" 

So I'ma (right on, right on) 

To all my forty-downin homies in the house tonight 

(Right on, right on) 

To all the sexy-ass ladies if you feelin alright 

(Right on, right on) 

To my dilated homies that be rippin the mic 

(Right on, right on) 

Whether you writin or ridin, right on 

Fresh mc's must write on 

Even if you skateboardin, ride on 

Some of these freestylers need to write on like my homie tash 

I got my write on late at night 

Burst a verse until they flow right 

My rhymes be action-packed, I wrote these lyrics to a strobe light 

I'm tashy, the flashy nigga jumpin out that fast shit 

Your rhymes won't impress me if you said em doin backflips 

I crack whips on phones, blow smoke out nose 

Niggas peepin out the style, hoes peepin the clothes 

A million flows off the slang, bizz-a-pow, bizz-a-bang 

Likwit crew is in this bitch, my click be off the chain 

Rap off the plane while crackin champagne 

Tash for president, you know my campaign 

First things first to get ya'll niggas off the street 

You get twenty-five years if you part wit wack beats 

You coulda came to ev, you coulda came to swift 

That's why we escalatin while ya'll niggas need a lift 

So give me two secs while I crack this beck's 

And once I drop the mic, my nigga rak is up next 

And I'm out 

And I'm in 

I pick it up for everybody in the house that spins 

My name is rakaa, innovator of rhyme communication 

Wit data like star trek: the next generation 

It's dilation, fan appreciation 

Connected nationwide, worldwide likwidation 

Cali hard-hitters, we bump like car fenders 

(It's all chips) we only get boo's from bartenders 

Better be sure, aim high, we top gunnin 

When we touch down, we hit the ground runnin 

Feds pull strings and watch me like truman 

But I can't front, I love l.a. like randy newman 

To all the homies locked up writin home, write on c'mon 

(write on, write on) 

Grafiti artists around the world, write on c'mon 

(write on, write on) 

To niggas rollin on katanas, quickly ride on c'mon 

(ride on, ride on) 

To all the women out there raisin kids alone 

Right on (right on) right on (right on) 

Yeah! 

"Broadcastin' live from southern California" 

Where we at? 

"Broadcastin' live from southern California" 

Dilated peoples 

"Represent wit tha liks"