DRASTIC MEASURES - Taking Drastic Measures lyrics

rate me

(feat. Cappadonna)

[Intro: Drastic Measures #1 (Cappadonna)]

Yo Cap, put down that blunt son

Yo God, speak on them corpses God

(Vanglorious, Cappadonna, worldwide vocabulary groceries

1996, before bio-chips, protect ya forehead and ya hand

Third world society, Cappachino, forever

Drastic Measures) Flip me some of that old Wu-Gambino

[Cappadonna]

I politic, anti-dustic, Donna take drastic

I smashed it, wack rap niggaz, we open caskets

Too many crossed, picture me lost, I roll with more force

My resume', top secret, deep like CIA

The whole area +Under Siege+, my slang is bugged out with steez

It's the attack of new era rap, Cappa stay strapped

Park Hill forever, plus Orlando on the same map

My man look, don't eat pork kid, danger like New York kid

RZ' bomb, Jay bomb tracks from on a pyramid

Drastic Measur-nation, the world classic legislation

Third world order, third world cyber creation

[Chorus x3]

[Cappadonna x3] "True to the game" "Donna take drastic"

"Initials untammed for you and your crew.."

"Drastic.."

[Drastic Measures #2]

Wiz was poor, the scream, so ya need to wait

Dial-tone, ya hate, but, they become ya face

Makes, contemplate, checkmate, it's too late

Got, quick lock, crime time, slot box, too

Who knew, that the Drastic crew and Cappadonna-Wu

would have rappers call in sick like they had the flu?

UPS barcode that'll bass box moves

Foes and hoes knows the Drastic rules

But no, it don't hold, the productivity still flows

Strick full calls at the man at the stands

Wannabe jacks at hand but ain't nothin at hand

They rockin, pop-lockin, stoppin all competitors from talkin

My glock slot won't stop 'til I reach the top

That's my mot' hot when my pot lock off the rock

[Chorus]

[Drastic Measures #2]

Number one, I'm the hot star rasta hiphopster

Wealthy rock star eatin pasta

I work that crack off by mantaining my posture

Pleasureable heterosexual asexual individual

Too busy thinkin about openin up fat ass resta-views

Slicin up silly suckers with violent gimmick tricks

I'm doin backflips, Van Damme kicks and plummets

Like roundhouse, hut, hut, hut, huh, Duece Biggalo

Upside ya head, out goes ya tooth

Spit out and shut up, cuz once ya broke I really get loose

I'm rackin wack rappers on Belgian benches so check it out

Featherweight, I press that booty up like a record

Yea, I don't mean to talk about 9 glocks

Cuz you can't MC like I MC, how I MC

Who am I? The original, more corrupt

I'm just the man shinin new lights on ya brain

New school with a twist, yo true to the game

[Chorus]

[Outro: Cappadonna]

Maintainin, politicin, Drastic style

Comin with that street slang mentality

You know what time it is, Drastic.. kid.