Make 'em Pay Lyrics - Gangstarr

First and foremost, some rappers are sweet like fructose 

When I cock back these lyrics, y'all punks best be ghost 

I be the seven twenty-one, eighteen twenty-one 

The illest one, I'm almost doper than anyone 

Straight out the late nights of bed-stuy 

Steppin up, y'all put your weapons up, I make heads fly 

You're artificial like saccarhin 

You're crazy fake, it's more than skills you be lackin in 

Concepts you bite, cause your identity ain't tight 

Tryin to be somethin you're not, like pullin a knife at a gunfight 

I'm troopin on night air like flight number 106 

And gettin all up in your fuckin mix 

You get me upset, and I got you uptight 

Cause my committee's in your city tonight, aight? 

We got seventeen million of us plus, two million indians 

That makes 19 mil, lightin shit up like wild bill 

I be the, supreme father plus the I'll kid with drama 

My karma, creates the teflon to pierce your body armor 

And make sure you check the shit before you walk to me, or talk to me 

Steppin to me improperly, you just may catch the weaponry 

My specialty is tearin tracks out the frame 

You know my fuckin name, I rule all game 

I'm universal on all planes, what's your claim? 

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Yo, I be your highness, in slickness, you chumps bear witness 

Tremendous tropper, verbal nigga witht he fitness 

Drop you for your spot with the blazer then I blast ya 

Slice precise like? fenny hanas? when I come to bring the dramas 

Styles so swift, that you can't peep the god 

As your lyrics get buried, six feet deep in my backyard 

I laugh hard, while your mental I run through mazes 

Dark stages of terror to shatter your dressing room mirror 

Your whole error gets crushed, your whole show gets bumrushed 

Too many dumb punks, want to enter this rap scene 

Kickin willie bobo, but need to be slapped clean 

Into oblivion, the true champion always rises 

I bring surprises to the chief plus their advisers 

Size me up, and you will find nothing's larger 

Catch more wreck on your dome, than a deranged fuckin barber 

So what you made some dough, you best keep on scramblin 

All your vanity, is instantly crushed, when I start handlin 

Demandin that you pay, for your weak rhyme display 

Coast to coast, I break the fakes everyday 

I see myself as the black rap messiah 

Colossal spreadin my gospel through electrical wires 

Spit fire through speech, so I can reach each and every 

Tom dick and jerry slippin like petroleum jelly 

Too busy in the limelight, can't rhyme tight 

I got divine right to bring y'all to light 

Somethin ain't right, to be an mc, you gotta thug 

Or to thug you gotta be an mc, this shit is bugged 

Show love but few; deal with crew and crew only 

And think universal like sony 

Phony pounds and fake hugs is usually avoided 

Give a fuck like pizza hut I got to stay noyd-ed 

Cause that same nigga you trust, could be that same cat 

Behind that gat that bust, quiet ya, with the silencer 

Keep it hush, ashes to dust, then dust to ashes 

Nowadays it's who pull out the fastest, imagine this 

Rap shit without this gat shit, or the phony cat 

In black talkin bout how much his mac spit 

But this year, gangstarr got changes bein made 

No wack shit bein played no fake macks gettin paid 

No versace mc's, with a mouth full of mo' 

Soundin like a hoe spittin that old-fashioned show flow 

I bombshell that pastel chanel rap through a maxwell 

Ever since young krumb, was taught to rap well 

Goin deep, process of thought, when my eyes closes 

Awaken with interpretive robe and sandals like moses 

Travellin high sands and eastern lands for the answers 

Ignorance is spreadin through the streets like it was cancer 

Too many drinkin not thinkin, when behind that trigger 

A 38 escalate the murder rate, for us niggaz 

It's like, microphone roulette cause nowadays mc's is gettin wet 

Over someone else's fake gangsta rep