Yeah, it's a hostile situation,
we takin' over
Ayo, bullseye, cross that Aang
Last discussion, every bar drop
is a weapon of mass destruction
Turn bodies to ash like St. Helens erupting
We take turns putting cats to sleep,
make sure you tucked in
Nice and tight,
I got brains twice from Heidi Fleiss
Episode on top of best friends,
it's like a strike
Hostile takeover,
ride with me around the solar
I'm so high they should call
me the air traffic controller
You know how it goes,
Vietnam can diagnose
With the all -terrain,
shoot it up and overdose
Amazingly, Swiss my small town,
I'm agent ink
Nobody's saving me,
I've been awarded for my bravery
Got men in fatigue,
stomping through, it's de ceit
And that jug of seed,
thrill ride through the streets
You can't spark for free,
I'm doing mad larceny
You wanna spar with me,
don't you know I'm varsity?
You can laugh now,
but when I lay this smack down,
you'll be assed out crying
in the background
They like so -so, I train without the tosho,
the monotone slow flow
came from the obvious dojo
I throw rights and throw lefts,
make you throw chests,
look into my eyes, break into a cold sweat
I bite into your neck
and rip off a piece of flesh,
throw it in the icebox
and make sure it stays fresh
Hospital takeover,
it's bedtime boys and girls,
tonight they ignore them
and tomorrow the world
But my life force
is the only thing worth ridin' for
And I'd die before I let
him dictate what I
Encounters of the wildest kind,
hand over them vital signs
Grapplin' from the electricity,
shut down your power lines
I'm up for just lay in'
heads down
and dancin' to my gym music
Do the brain dead bounce,
who said challenge?
With a of lights hangin' in the balance
At the bottom of the food chain,
maybe they medallions
Ignore the glare,
filthy rich couldn't afford to care
Extraordinaire,
kick your hi -hat toward the snare
Don't compare me to him
or the fans he with
I'm what you join after you ad
mit that you can't beat it
Stay on your toes like a pedicure,
cause rest as sured
I prey on predators
whenever they press record
I'm hard to kill, tough like tar to build up
You black and blue from something silver
if we all familiar
I rise up to other dudes to pick up POWs
And drop them all traumatized
and scared of sudden moves
Tell them hurts bout,
every verse counts but dirt south
Those who gun talk on me
will never get they words out
Hostile takeover,
the main event cranium
endangerment
Your chance to get away came and went,
not gonna take over
It's bedtime boys and girls,
tonight
Vietnam and tomorrow the world
My life force is the only
thing worth ridin' for
And I nod before I let
him dictate what I do
When I say rise,
bitches get at me like canines
Well you can waste time
and catch a beat down with basslines
Hold a mic,
voguelike to vocab or dolomite
It's only right,
cause I'm close to guys
who stay at home at night
I wear my thug pretty,
even dance around like Puff Diddy
In a rough city to see a thug
nigga's a fuck with me
To proven innocent rich,
like Benjamins
put more steel to Remington
I got y 'all, let my soldiers
through the great wall
Take control of the Eiffel Tower
and the Taj Mahal
Leaning Tower of Pisa
and the Pyramids of Giza
Civilizations run similar to Jay Caesar
Pull up the drawbridges
and close all the doors
Hip -hop scene has just
turned into Trojan War
But my team's stronger,
the rap lasts much longer
I came, I saw, I conquered
It's time to take over,
it's bedtime boys and girls
Tonight fading on
and tomorrow the world
My life force is the only
thing worth riding on
And I die before I let them dictate
what I adore
Hospital takeover,
it's bedtime boys and girls
Tonight Vietnam and tomorrow the world
My life force is the only
thing worth riding for
And I die before I let them dictate
what I record
Nucka Generation next app,
respect that
Hold on, hold on, hold on, come on,
come come on, come on, all right?
All we need is the tapes first. No.
You don't get them until you pay.
In our situation,
that doesn't make any fucking sense.
Wait, We can't pay the
price of the demo tapes
unless we take the demo tapes
to the record company and get paid.
Hello? Exactly.
That's not an MP, that's a YP.
Your problem.
Come up with the money
and I'll give you the tapes.
That's it. Okay.
Alright, now you're talking above my head,
alright?
I don't know this industry jargon,
YP, MP, whatever, okay?
All I know is that I cannot get
a record contract.
We cannot get a record contract
unless I take these tapes.
And granted, the tapes themselves
are your... are your... are your...
that you own them, okay?
But the magic that is on the tapes,
that fucking heart and soul
that we put into those tapes,
that is ours.
And you don't own that.
Now I need to take that magic
and get it to the to the record company.
Okay, and they're waiting for us
We're supposed to be there half hour ago
