Face 2 Face

(Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
 We puttin' in work, Kutmasta Kurt break down the bass
 (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
 We diggin' in crates, makin' papes all across the states
 Who wanna go against the hard knock trife? Demonstration of self
 Fuck what ya heard, that' how the Yard rocks mics
 I stretch perfecto, poetry penetratin' through your chest blow
 Wrestlin' with the written, straight spittin' about to explode
 It's ocknaughtin, and I shall never be forgotten
 Rappers be actin' hard but really soft just like cotton
 Once I switch gears, I gets down off the cadence
 My train of thought brave, rhymes with all kinds of changes
 I bust faster, fuckin' with Kurt the Kutmasta
 Touch my microphone is the reason you'll get your ass whipped
 Razor sharp precision slash it, to get the cash quick
 I heard the track murder my mental and then I smashed it
 Straight coastin' - Motion Man, bam, it's settled
 I'm hot shit meltin' through the motherfuckin' ghetto
 Blazin', mainstream, makin' shit happen
 As the first real West Coast emcee to turn Platinum
 (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
 We puttin' in work, Kutmasta Kurt break down the bass
 (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
 We diggin' in crates, makin' papes all across the states
 (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
 Pullin' all nighters cause we writers and the joints don't stop
 (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
 And if ya hot ya hot, and if ya not ya not
 Biochemical, biodegradable, biological
 But not bio-sexual partna, bioracial
 Switch up tones on you, smack up your facial
 Chameleon, tryin' to make a million and it's on
 I'm a lizard, mixed with Mother Nature's form of a blizzard
 Salmonella scaly rain, swing the mic like a wizard
 Don't mess with smart kids off alcohol with dunce hats to fit you all
 Return siris for the whole street brawl
 Send dirty ashey rappers back to the studio, like babies they crawl
 Like snakes they shed, I'm flyin' that head
 Doin' failure, sets of push-ups after sex in the bed
 I'm ready to roll again - dip-dip-dip-doo-da, insert it in
 I be strokin' like McGwire and Sosa to bypass Roger Maris
 And get a day off like I'm Ferris
 Bueller, Bueller, Bueller - absent from the scene
 Rappers hear that avalanche is comin', won't proceed
 I'm a mixer, form of a blender, add in many phrases
 Chop it up, rotatin' a solid into a lyrical liquid
 Get up to the plate and switch hit with a verbal bat to swing up
 Knock a dent and I won't ding up, after I rip
 Leavin' the mic smellin' like Old Gold from my top lip
 My cut up at you like clippers to fade ya
 Sit in the chair as I edge your head with Planet Asia
 You might be disappointed when sharp cuts
 Connect to your forehead, expose your black head
 (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
 We puttin' in work, Kutmasta Kurt break down the bass
 (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
 We diggin' in crates, makin' papes all across the states
 (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
 Pullin' all nighters cause we writers and the joints don't stop
 (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
 And if ya hot ya hot, and if ya not ya not
 What's your last request you nappy Fred Williamson chest
 You not Shaft nigga, you more like Jimmie Walker skinny
 Michael Evans, tight denim, lookin' out for Penny
 I leave rappers like Florida Evans sayin "Damn!"
 With years of experience I reach my destinations
 And now I'm gettin' by just off my high expectations
 Dirty to the core, ghetto score to the symphony
 Contemporary hip-hop crews you gets no sympathy
 In this feel I follow, no woman or man or even dollar
 And I put that on my next heart beat, all down the bottle
 My peoples out to touch live L.A. ey yo I doubt there's
 Another emcee that could probably fuck with me out there
 No doubt yeah, this be that real hip-hop shit
 To make y'all motherfuckers run out quick, lookin' to cop this
 Back again just to slap out your taste
 Na na na, face to face we came to shake down the place
 (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
 We puttin' in work, Kutmasta Kurt break down the bass
 (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
 We diggin' in crates, makin' papes all across the states
 (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
 Pullin' all nighters cause we writers and the joints don't stop
 (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
 And if ya hot ya hot, and if ya not ya not