Yoke the joker lyrics ( Naughty by nature )
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Artist : Naughty by nature Song : Yoke the joker
Yoke the Joker!!!!
*laughter*
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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