The Original Gangster of Hip Hop

Submit her feelings to my slightest whim

Take her to my dressin' room

And get busy again

I understand why brothers don't

Like my presence when it comes to a girl

I'm the most pressin'

It's the truth and facts

With power that's packed

Like you're hooked on cracks

Nah, you ain't jack, shit

Counterfeit, you're illegitimate

Bitch got a wobble for a walk

A swagger for a switch

Imitators of the world know that it's a must

To have a body, a brain, a name like the Just

If you think that's all, I got somethin' left

It's my music on legs, what's your name?

(DMX) i'm gonna ask you a question

I want a straight answer

No jiving and playin', I'm serious as cancer

I've met a lot of MCs

Who are jokers and pranksters

(Yes, but you are the Hip Hop Gangster)

To switch around the answer

Bring it right to the top

Sir Vicious Just Ice, the gangster of hip-hop

Use a rhyme for a gun, intellect for a bullet

My nasty crafty ways will execute

It to the fullest commence to say a rhyme

And suckers will log it

The freshest shit you wrote was

Whole heap of stink garbage

Got a witness by my side, the truth to tell

You can ask BI, my brother Shamel

Just come to a party

Watch me raise some hell

Comin' straight from Brooklyn where

The warriors dwell get my point across well

And keep it together

For a sucker MC, I'm just plain terror

If that's not enough, hold on for a second

DMX and KRS is the best, I reckon

But if you want to save this for a rainy day

Hol' up, that's the fucking part right there

Dis tragic Magic, and throw him away

'Cause we're not down together as no big fam

With a scheme that's mean, it will be a scam

Like I'm planning and plotting

So suckers start rotting

You're fiending for a break, a music junkie

You're nodding

I'm an MC instructor, a musical conductor

A rappin' destructor

Put your rhyme in a gutter

Where they belong, 'cause your shit is weak

So for all you pussyclots

Just lick the street

I exceed prodigies of the highest degree

Plateau, so you know that I'm the epitome

Of words and lyrics that

Oppose and are against

The master of the phrase

The king of a sentence

Clear as a crystal or hazy like a blur

If you don't know my name

I think you'd better call me Sir

Address me with respect

Now your feelings are suspicious

Precise Just Ice, another word for Vicious

Get up on the mic then I reach my peak

Might take four days or even a week

'Cause I'm fresh as ice or tender as a kiss

You can say Just Ice or say Justice

Don't try to revoke the words I spoke

You take heed from the wise

Cause I never choke

I will never ever diss you, but it will seem

When I say that the end justifies the means

To challenge or oppose, no one really knows

Won't laugh at my wrath 'cause

The pain will show

Explain my skill, it's one hell of a task

All the science goes on

But how long can you last?

I'm the exalted pressin' ruler of my empire

And with my skills, I move a level higher

Check your steps, be sure you don't front

'Cause the way that you rhyme

You ain't nothing but a puppy punk

Gonna do my thing

Comin' straight from the heart

And inject my song, leave my trademark

'Cause I'm a gangster and you're not

You're a sucker and I rock, run it up

'Bout ya run, come call me

But make sure you can pay me

'Bout ya run, come call me

But make sure you can pay me

'Cause I can't take no grass

To fill up mi rass

I can't take no loss because I need my Moss

Quietize, run we in a jam this is it, peace

Now, you do all that other shit