The Rapsody (in J Minor) Lyrics

The Rapsody (in J Minor) lyrics

(The j)







[ VERSE 1 ]



Bringin it, bringin it back to original Sever



Back to the roots, hip-hop double head-up



Red light, ride up the bass just a smidgen



Yo, get the speakers singin like a stool pigeon



[Sweeny tarts] slice up a slip throat



Livin in a castle, hoes swimmin in my moat



Masterful moves on a microphone endeavour



Prime Minister, Daddy Rich, Sam - ah em, S-S-Sever



Bless you [for the butter] tissue



Blowin like breeze [ ] on an iglu



President [ ] got the big bags



([ ]) do your head like a doo-rag



Clockin mad dough every time that you seen us



Go with the flow like [ ] penis



Peep your move, but that's no haps, bee



You're ridin on my dick in a rapsody







[ VERSE 2 ]



Back in '86 Rakim hit The Melody



Ever since then shit jumped off steadily



Still counterfeits [ ] plus felony



When I'm on the pavement people are tellin me



Yo, you got the swollen up, mad man musical



Style, plus loops, loops quite suitable



Never half-step, neither semi-semi



I - I [ ] the professor, he's a swell guy



Wanna step to the drama over hit-and-run



Yo, you'd be out before I say Jack Robinson



Swig it, not a biggot like Archibald Bunker



Six pack of soul, there she blow, yo I sunk her



Dunk ya like a [ ] then my head got [foamy]



Took her like the Japanese took over Sony



'Lost in space' with the [ ] Dr. Smith



I got Lyor Cohen sayin (I smell a hit)



That's the record biz, yeah danger, danger



Fuck with me and Rich, and we might rearrange ya



Ain't a rapsody in blue, my crew is rollin deep



Constipated Monkeys odor hangin on 97th street



Got flavor, ill behaviour



Rich won't spin till the dough man pays ya



Hittin up hits like a symphony



The melody flows, rise to the rapsody







[ VERSE 3 ]



The name's Pete Nice - what, go twice



Like the 49er [ ] eatin Uncle Ben's rice



Stuck together like a Siamese twin



Won't get jerked, just fill it to the rim



The R-i-c-h Daddy [ ]



If I [ ] chicken, then you call me the Colonel



How many beats could the Richie Rich chop



If the Daddy Rich could chop percussion?



Better call 911, get an ambulance, first aid kit for a cushion



So hop along, hop-hop-hop-hop-oh



Squeel like a pig for the mafia capo



Someone said I'm a son of a gun



But hold upM hold up, who you're callin son?



I got a drum on my side, so I swagger



Smokin boots, see a plum, yo, I bag her



High on a fly, yo, I caught a [ ] buzz



Amnesia - forgot where I was



So bring it on back for the Minister Prime Time



Like [ernest and] Julio I sip wine



Brewin up the tracks [have ya] like John Madden



Psychopathic, movin in a pattern



Like a serial killer on a move, see



It's time to move hips to the rapsody