Treat$ lyrics ( The Beatnuts )
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f/ A.L., Nogoodus, Rawcotiks
This is only the beginning that ain't got no end,
nigga
Only the beginning, baby
This is only the beginning that ain't got no
end
[ Nogoodus ]
Let off a couple, for all my niggas startin
trouble
Souls are lost up in the shuffle, now apocalypse
will bubble
When the sky begins to crumble I'll exist amongst
the galaxy
The suns, the stars, the moons, in its universal
majesty
Simply verbal mastery is absurd when I spit
this
This lyricist stay on mad judge and DA's
shitlist
They try to prosecute me but I murk they only
witness
Now go and get your critics, they favorite
rappers and mimicks
While I leave em with a slitted wrist, stick up
em at they tickets
With my niggas Psycho Les and Corona don nigga
JuJu
My style move crowds like ( ? ) in Honolulu
Holdin mics like how the Source is, ram a fork
through your fortress
Nogoodus be victorious, you other rappers get off
it
[ Psycho Les ]
It's the narc'ie, taggin up places with a
sharpie
Faces in the dark be blazin ( ? )
When they see us, World's Famous Beatnuts, they
greet us
Honeys wanna meet us, duckies try to defeat
us
But that's Impossible like a Mission Tom Cruise
couldn't even accomplish
I'm leavin after I bomb this
Properly, bring the noise to your property
You probably call the cops on me, it's gotta
be
The Beatnuts if it's rare to the ear
This year and every year, we gettin props
everywhere
I don't fuckin care what you claim hip-hop is
My production bounce pretty like brown titties
that are topless
It's the horniest, Psycho bulgin
Son be the corniest like Michael Bolton
[ Rawcotiks ]
...part of me probably
Cause a catastrophy, me and my faculty
Actually it was extinct till when we linked
And to think these bitches pack millies in the
mix
Makes me proud to be aloud and speak on how
And what and like Rakim I'm movin the crowd
I hold my gun with a psychotic grin, my
metropolis
Populates a gang of arsonists
Build like a architect, the street publicist
Hey yo, this is the issue
I wet bodies and rip tissues, my niggas miss
you
As I get hold a few things be gettin harder
Many kids be gettin larger but I'm keepin my
guards up
To protect myself from a wealthy environment
Not to face my dark side is my first
assignment
But I can't face that with a mack or a squaw
It takes myself and my mind to take charge
But since I'm a outcast, no American Dream
Brains to work, cause I'ma search for a
scheme
I hang with a gun cause everyone has one
I move along with the world cause there be no
re-runs
Nigga
[ A.L. ]
You know the circumstance said to me: You don't
stand a chance
I cause a avalance to put you in a ambulance
You lost sight, makin the moves you frostbite
Same cowards that be duckin to the sounds of
exhaust pipes
Scared to tell, paranoid in this ghetto life
Razor blade, gunplay is how they settle
fights
We into witchcraft, quick cats, they flip
fast
Stocking cap, facin a gun through a thick
class
The bankteller make you richer than a gram
seller
You in the jam, fella, doin time like Mandela
But check the consequence, ain't too late to
switch plans
They say I'm broke but in my mind I'm a rich
man
The way I strike you recognize that you need
time
Don't need no psychics, through your eyes I can
read mines
While you feed swine, while you breathe wine,
while you eat crime
I take the time to make rhymes to make my seeds
shine
With efficient flows, so duck when the pistol
blows
( ? ) of breath, a kiss of death under the
mistletoe
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