The Stereotype

2009! Geez
 Yeah, this be that old school type shit
 Yeah, that Blaxploitation shit (Afro picks, Cadillac
 whips)
 We gon' hit you like Truck Turner, with the burner
 [Inspectah Deck]
 I'm the Stereotype, in the zone where chrome meet
 chrome
 Hard heads call it home sweet home
 I rep that, hat to the back, chrome blaze
 Low fade, blazin' the haze in the hallways
 Young black nigga, bout to come back bigger
 Rap action figure, that's strapped with the spitter
 I serve mankind like a super hero
 Gonna move the people, with sharp darts to the ear
 hole
 And terror spin, veteran style, ghetto child
 Call his name, hear it echo for miles
 Check my fouls, before you get wild, reconcile
 Trust, I touch kids, but I'm no pedophile
 The Superfly, I, O'Neal, holdin' the steel
 With the ounce from the greenhouse bent behind the
 wheel
 What's the deal? Dick riders on board
 In this Bloodsport, I'm like Jean Claude, yes, lord
 [Chorus 2X: sampled singer (Inspectah Deck)]
 This thing, is gonna be alright (alright) here comes
 the Stereotype
 It takes, time to get it right (that's right) count on
 the Stereotype
 [Inspectah Deck]
 The Stereotype, this life, I'm knee deep in
 The creeps keep creepin', the heat streets sweepin'
 The greed keeps feedin', the seeds need teachin'
 Police be seekin', all the ones free speechin'
 Guns be blowin', young g's holdin'
 Nerve control 'em, they say that son be zonin'
 I'm half Huey, half Malcolm, part Martin
 Mixed with Mark Garvey, sharp as Sharpton
 A known fact, that I stay pro black
 I go back like Kojak or Bobby Womack
 Or maybe Jim Brown, been down from Ground Zero
 Crowned reknown hero, sound pounds your earlobe
 Mean daddy like a '69 green Caddy
 Seen daddy soakin' that fox, she beam badly
 With more drama than you find in the flicks
 I'm Dolomite, without the afro picks or flyin' kicks,
 it's...
 [Chorus 2X]
 [Inspectah Deck]
 My chain hang loose like I wear my jeans
 I got soul like Rakim and Grandma Green's
 I represent The Projects, everything hood
 Big wolves in the woodwork, everything good
 In the bright lights, Big City, it's ten times gritty
 Doin' life on the streets, whose biddin' wit me?
 Regardless, I'mma hold mine down, load my pound
 Target on the unknowns who roam my town
 There they go on that bullshit, when it go down
 You know who the culprit, sure enough
 The R-E-B-E, L, yell it freely
 I, call him Stereo, T-Y-P-E
 Greasy, on the hunt for the big easy
 Switch the game like plantin' cracks on the D.T.
 Say what you say, G, hate don't mistake me
 Or play me like a must paid fee, that ain't me