Naughty By Nature

Naughty By Nature - Yoke The Joker lyrics

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*laughter*

 Intro: Treach

 There are too many overnight MC's but one
 And too many wacked who haven't paid dues
 You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit
 and we are Naughty By Nature  and we will just do  by terminating you

 Verse 1: Treach

 I can snap  rap  pack  click clack  patter pat pat
 Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back
 A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one
 If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun
 Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk
 And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk
 I ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief
 The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each
 look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe
 Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op
 How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while
 you're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle
 Hot, wild, raw, whores' still suave
 *laughter* Check out this style that I've
 soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky
 semi-social, never seem sloppy
 See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers
 Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy
 We see so-so-songs and some shots, so
 snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo
 Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin
 Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system
 Smoke the joker, three times over
 and owe her, go with the flow
 or I'm about to yoke a joker

 Verse 2: Treach

 All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru
 Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do
 You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard
 Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards
 Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up
 Grab your microphone, battle time shown up
 Any freestyle I see while I prowl
 I dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow
 Another victory, it's mystery
 I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery
 All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he
 get the things he needs? Remember how blistery?
 You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap
 You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me
 slicin your life away, just like I might today
 I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away......
 I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust
 Take you to a ????, sure you can fly, just jump slut
 You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like
 You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight
 All luck y'all, look at the props y'all
 So proud I'm sure, suck my encore's
 Swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo
 I'll smoke ya
 It's time to yoke the joker

 Verse 3: Treach

 The only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie
 is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early
 You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop
 If I see ya disagreein, you'll be gettin your shit dropped
 It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with
 You'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket
 I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high
 Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high
 Never would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat
 "Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat"
 Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day
 Takin competition's what I do in the worst way
 Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya
 I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya
 The proof is in the footin, my collar ain't wooden
 It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children
 Physically, facially, racially made to be
 crazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be
 Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan
 This smack that then attract the new game plan
 Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test
 Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step
 That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live
 That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give
 Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit
 Bite what I might get, then up and say "I quit"
 Me here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg
 >From you ain't in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do
 Yoke the joker
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Tommy Boy

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Released in: 1991

Language: English

Appearing on: Naughty by Nature (1991)

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