Текст песни Lockjaw

{Your silence is my trade}

Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}

Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}

Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}

I'm givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}

Here we go! Oh no,

Another flow show from the young black dynamo

Lockin' up jaws, MCs pause -

No lyrical flaws

Hush, when the boss is talkin'

Lay down gats and get your weak knees walkin'

You ain't allowed to speak 'cause you've reached your peak

The elite don't get with the weak

Shut up, 'cause I'm burnin' this cut up

Boy, don't try to run up

'Cause I chop up crops

A weak hip-hop boy tried to jock my spot and he flopped

He went down to the concrete ground

I'm a hound when I get down

And I'm back, the mack with a lyrical knack

To pack sacks and never pay tax

And when I leave they diss me

Knowin' they can never get with me

But he who laughs last gets the most cash

And lives the blast past of rap trash

Gone! Left ya, son

Gimme a call when you're done

Your silence is my trade, shut up!

{Your silence is my trade}

2x:

Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}

Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}

Run, run, run, your time is done, son

Move out for the well-hung young one

And I'm rackin' up stacks of greenbacks -

Dead presidents, black!

Peace to my fans and I love ya

And I got yo' cover

'Cause I'm back to please

And cool off the hot MCs

'Cause they're runnin' around like ants, tryin' to grab their pants

That shit don't make you dance!

What's this beat doin'?

Leavin' your posse ruined

Stuck my fist in his mouth

Caught him on a whole shout

No pity on the lyrically weak

Face defeat, retreat, but don't speak

'Cause I ain't through, fool
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And you ain't true to the Mix rules!

You try to flow so you go for what you know

But yo, bro, you ain't the flow pro

(Ohh!) I can't go slow

Gotta grow 'cause I wanna get mo' dough

Full blown, bad to the bone

And known to get it on with a microphone, homes

Leave my throne alone

I've been to the low zone

Your silence is my trade, shut up!

{Your silence is my trade}

2x:

Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}

Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}

Come on, Punish!

Punish!

Your host on the coast is known to boast

And roast most that choose to get close

Put 'em in a lyrical knot

My spot: the #1 slot

But I gotta have beats

When I lyrically de-feat the weak that try to compete

Get 'em up, if you wanna go head-up

What up? Do as I instruct, black

'Cause my gat is jack-backed

And lookin' at your baseball hat

I rolled over that mess you stole

And took control, and then broke the mold!

Now here I stand, boss man

The NorthWest tip is where I am

And I'm runnin' this work like dope

Shippin' it in planes, trains and boats

Up the charts I go

Steppin' on toes and throwin' low bolos

My group is large, and hard

No need for a bodyguard

We flex, rippin' off MCs' necks

Run 'em into Critical's pecs

Your silence is my trade, shut up!

2x:

Lockjaw! {Your silence is my trade}

Givin' MCs lockjaw! {Your silence is my trade}

Come on, Punish!

Punish 'em!

Punish!

Punish 'em!

Lockjaw!
Givin' MCs lockjaw!
Lockjaw!
Givin' MCs lockjaw!
Lockjaw! Shhh