2nd Coming (Tuck Ya Ice) lyrics - Crooked I

Hip Hop Weekly, C.O.B

Circle of Bosses, Crooked I, thanks for fucking with me

You know what it is, hip hop is my mother

Gangsta rap is my father, C.O.B. is my religion

I am the president of ghetto America, yes

I am the poster boy for section 8

I am the leader of the I came from nothing campaign

Let's start off slow

When your album dropping? That's what they all say

Check the pulse on the streets, they saying it everyday

Niggas getting mad, say I'm losing fans

As if going through bullshit was part of my plans

They know I'm street money, they say the nigga's paid

They see the diamonds in the chain, they think I got it made

You one of the hottest with the flow as far as artists go

My penitentiary niggas say I got the hardest flow

I got a heart of gold, but now my heart is cold

Because these mean streets'll eat right through your heart and soul

What do you know about sleeping in an abandoned house? (nothing)

What do you know about beefing with them hammers out? (nothing)

Here's whats the man's about

I shot the belly of the beast with hollow tips

Until he spit me out of his savage mouth

From watching my mouth move to death they know I sound tight

My words paint pictures, that's how my blind listeners found sight

When this reciter's around mics

This profound writer mystifies cyphers

Just like lightning striking the ground twice

I'm on some other shit like attacking Henny for the fuck of it

Stacking pennies up to buy my mother whips

Greatest rapper alive, words from my mother's lips

You don't believe her then her son'll tell you suck a dick

There go that dropout nigga, he in a Bentley coupe

There go that welfare kid in that Armani suit

The first time they rode on me, yeah I was afraid to shoot

The second time I let my pistol whistle like a flute

Out west they wondering who's the hottest rapper, right

Here's some ammunition for niggas who defending my side

With skills I'm overdosing even with no promotion

I stand on my own two, Bobbito locomotion

You niggas over boasting, I see you just like view over ocean

Nigga my flow is frozen

You can ice skate on my 16s, nigga wait

Subtract half of that, it don't matter, it's still a figure 8

Yeah, I'm done with you niggas

You know the figure 8 joint they do on the motherfucking...

Fuck it

As a baby I sent lyrical signals through the umbilical

Ghostwrote my mother's poetry, even she knew that I'd grow to be

A dope MC, with lyrics in the womb

Meaning your doom, engineered in a cocoon with my fearlessness in bloom

When I spit even the dead hear it in a tomb

So when I'm spilling lyrics, I'm feeling spirits in the room

What up Pac? What up B.I.G.? What up my nigga Pun?

Eazy E, what up loc? Big L, what up son?

Yeah, I met Freaky Tah, yo what up dunn?

Left Eye was my homegirl, what up hun?

Everyone of 'em will tell you Crooked goes hard

Stay tuned, coming soon my rap report card

Double up on 'em

C.O.B. or nothing

Yeah

Hip Hop motherfucking Weekly, the double up

I see people like Oprah and Al Sharpton

Look like you all setting booby traps for rap

I'm so gangsta, ha ha

Yeah, hip hop won't die

Gangsta rap is breathing, ya heard me, yeah

This that motherfucking slow flow like it or not

I'll put my stage on the corner, put my mic on the block

If it's for this rap shit, give my life on the spot

If it's for the revolution man I'll sniper a cop

Mafia, got a Gotti agenda

Do you think I give a fuck about Oprah or her audience members?

Hip hop is in my blood, nigga you probably remember

They attacked us before, didn't nobody surrender

Art imitates life haters, this is the deal

Dying of thirst in the desert, I wouldn't piss in your grill

Ain't a rap song on Earth that makes a listener kill

I'm just here to tell you how us ghetto prisoners feel

Ain't it funny how society's trying to bang on us

When there's schools that's named after some fucking slave owners

They historical heroes had the noose to hang on us

Now they mad at what I'm playing while my Chevy swing corners

What about violent movies?

Say I'm disrespecting women when rock n' roll invented the groupie

Better save that shit for Gucci

When I was in Milan I saw one of the models damn-near showing her coochie

Don't put prostitutes in my lyrical flows

But there was hookers in the bible, there was biblical hoes

My recital strictly based on what a criminal knows

Take a walk through my hood, watch you shit in your clothes

Try to blame us young niggas for this cocaine

FBI, CIA those are your planes

Junkies fucking with the shit to heal their own pain

You fund wars but me I'm just buying gold chains

And how am I a misogynist, nigga if I call a bitch a bitch

Believe that the bitch is a bitch

Yeah, some niggas killed my homie, I'm trying to find the suckers

All started with this bitch, he was trying to fuck her, he was dying to fuck her

Then he died when them niggas came inside with them nines going blucka blucka

They killed him for his money, just wanted to sex her

Stupid bitch set him up and I'm supposed to respect her

Fuck it, call a bitch a bitch when I spit on the record

If it's spotted with a long tail it must be a leopard

Don Imus called some women some hoes

That he didn't even know so they snatched his show

But if I call a woman a ho, best believe a nigga know

She selling pussy in exchange for that dough

Now let's talk about Virginia Tech

And the media's blatant disrespect for the family of the victims for a bigger check

Ban gangsta rap from MTV but you're showing Choon Seung-Hui on NBC

Whoever ran the footage we should body that nigga

Cause he probably gave birth to some copycat killers

Probably just spawned some young cocky cap peelers

Blood is on your hands when them body bags fill up

And you trying to shift the blame to hip hop

I say hip hop hooray just like back in the day

When they censor Public Enemy and N.W.A

Tipper Gore wanted to censor every record we play

I'm a motherfucking gangsta on your radio channel

Hypocrites want to ban me but they love the Sopranos

Better pull that Constitution out, read 'em and weep

Let's look at the first ammendment man, it say freedom of speech

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