Lockjaw Lyrics - Mack Daddy - Sir Mixalot

{Your silence is my trade} 

Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade} 

Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade} 

Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade} 

I'm givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade} 

Here we go! Oh no, 

Another flow show from the young black dynamo 

Lockin' up jaws, MCs pause - 

No lyrical flaws 

Hush, when the boss is talkin' 

Lay down gats and get your weak knees walkin' 

You ain't allowed to speak 'cause you've reached your peak 

The elite don't get with the weak 

Shut up, 'cause I'm burnin' this cut up 

Boy, don't try to run up 

'Cause I chop up crops 

A weak hip-hop boy tried to jock my spot and he flopped 

He went down to the concrete ground 

I'm a hound when I get down 

And I'm back, the mack with a lyrical knack 

To pack sacks and never pay tax 

And when I leave they diss me 

Knowin' they can never get with me 

But he who laughs last gets the most cash 

And lives the blast past of rap trash 

Gone! Left ya, son 

Gimme a call when you're done 

Your silence is my trade, shut up! 

{Your silence is my trade} 

2x: 

Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade} 

Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade} 

Run, run, run, your time is done, son 

Move out for the well-hung young one 

And I'm rackin' up stacks of greenbacks - 

Dead presidents, black! 

Peace to my fans and I love ya 

And I got yo' cover 

'Cause I'm back to please 

And cool off the hot MCs 

'Cause they're runnin' around like ants, tryin' to grab their pants 

That shit don't make you dance! 

What's this beat doin'? 

Leavin' your posse ruined 

Stuck my fist in his mouth 

Caught him on a whole shout 

No pity on the lyrically weak 

Face defeat, retreat, but don't speak 

'Cause I ain't through, fool 

And you ain't true to the Mix rules! 

You try to flow so you go for what you know 

But yo, bro, you ain't the flow pro 

(Ohh!) I can't go slow 

Gotta grow 'cause I wanna get mo' dough 

Full blown, bad to the bone 

And known to get it on with a microphone, homes 

Leave my throne alone 

I've been to the low zone 

Your silence is my trade, shut up! 

{Your silence is my trade} 

2x: 

Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade} 

Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade} 

Come on, Punish! 

Punish! 

Your host on the coast is known to boast 

And roast most that choose to get close 

Put 'em in a lyrical knot 

My spot: the #1 slot 

But I gotta have beats 

When I lyrically de-feat the weak that try to compete 

Get 'em up, if you wanna go head-up 

What up? Do as I instruct, black 

'Cause my gat is jack-backed 

And lookin' at your baseball hat 

I rolled over that mess you stole 

And took control, and then broke the mold! 

Now here I stand, boss man 

The NorthWest tip is where I am 

And I'm runnin' this work like dope 

Shippin' it in planes, trains and boats 

Up the charts I go 

Steppin' on toes and throwin' low bolos 

My group is large, and hard 

No need for a bodyguard 

We flex, rippin' off MCs' necks 

Run 'em into Critical's pecs 

Your silence is my trade, shut up! 

2x: 

Lockjaw! {Your silence is my trade} 

Givin' MCs lockjaw! {Your silence is my trade} 

Come on, Punish! 

Punish 'em! 

Punish! 

Punish 'em! 

Lockjaw! 

Givin' MCs lockjaw! 

Lockjaw! 

Givin' MCs lockjaw! 

Lockjaw! Shhh