The Zone Mission (Part VIII)

[J-Zone]<br>Zone world known player hater cause I spoke the truth<br>Pimp fallacies; you don`t even use a vocal booth<br>I player hate with pride, that`s my job, I do overtime<br>(I work) Put it on a t-shirt, opened up a clothing line<br>You wanna be old school and clench dick beaters<br>We can rock, to them James Brown beats or wear Adidas<br>("Not many crews have slammin albums.." -> KRS-One)<br>That`s why I didn`t do a twelve inch, so stop askin`<br>I threaten cute girls, the (??) is a good one<br>Tell `em I`m a megastar, but only made one joint<br>"Music for Your Mother," I was first seen<br>Now I keep attention like LL`s book; chapter 13<br>The borough that you brag about, nigga you don`t own it (nah)<br>The dime piece in the video, you ain`t bone it (NOPE)<br>But when I shoot a video my hoes`ll look busted (ill)<br>Least I can brag on the low how I touched it<br>You birds make me sick pigeon (BEOTCH) I can`t shoot ya<br>so I play "Duck Hunt," to avoid goin to prison<br>I can`t breakdance and do graffiti so I`m assed out<br>So I autograph and cha cha until I pass out<br><br>"Left, right (cha cha cha) one, two (cha cha cha)<br> Left, right (cha cha cha) one, two (hahahahaha..)"<br><br>Yeah, Zone Mission Part Eight<br>As for parts two through seven<br>go look for `em..<br>Right now you wonderin where the chorus is<br>but I don`t do that shit<br>So keep your ears peeled cause niggaz still frontin<br>KnowhatI`msayin?<br>And who has somethin to say about it?<br><br>"Nigga, next time you hear grown folks talkin<br> shut the fuck up, hear?"<br><br>God put me on this planet for a purpose:<br>to make hip-hop and disrespect it at the same time<br>Diss cats with lame rhymes? Nah I diss the greatest<br>Cause legends rob banks and smoke crack during hiatus<br>Now you pawned a gold chain, you got sued why?<br>You known for jackin that`s all you do<br>Diss Trojan ends for takin away the feelin<br>Diss them herb cats that danced to raise the ceiling<br>Kids drivin Lexuses with no 401K plans<br>Kids up in my grill freestylin with the hot breath<br>Graduated from Yale sayin rappers totally got left<br>My penalty is life I slay the chumps so we got death<br>Avirex foes lookin like they used batteries<br>Bohemian, babblin, new world fallacy<br>Fuck Y-2-K, it`s a year like any other<br>(Still) hoes blowin cock<br>(Still) brothers killin brothers<br>(Still) pigs eatin donuts<br>(Still) chickens at the mall<br>Plug it, cool kids beatin it while pretty boys and thugs fuckin<br>New year`s 2000? Shit I ain`t goin nowhere (hell no)<br>Be in my crib laughin at the idiots in Times Square<br>Watch the ball drop, knowin that it`s brick freezin<br>Maybe for a change I`ll get a broad for a reason<br>But if my luck is bad and that chick ain`t freakin<br>it`s a new year not a blue year so fuck it I`ll be beatin it<br>They be makin beats, preparin for nuttin<br>Zone Mission Part Eight, niggaz still frontin!<br><br>Basically<br>People still frontin, but it`s all good<br>Many are loungin yo<br>Be comin up to me sayin <br>man you be havin no choruses in your shit, knahmsayin?<br>Yo I got no response for that<br><br>"If you don`t like it then chew my wood<br> I couldn`t care less.. " "Fuck, fuck you!"<br><br>Aight?<br><br>"I can only say, better luck next time.."