Yoke the Joker!!!!

*laughter*



Intro: Treach



There are too many overnight MC's but one

And too many wacked who haven't paid dues

You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit

and we are Naughty By Nature and we will just do by terminating you



Verse 1: Treach



I can snap rap pack click clack patter pat pat

Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back

A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one

If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun

Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk

And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk

I ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief

The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each

look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe

Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op

How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while

you're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle

Hot, wild, raw, whores' still suave

*laughter* Check out this style that I've

soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky

semi-social, never seem sloppy

See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers

Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy

We see so-so-songs and some shots, so

snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo

Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin

Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system

Smoke the joker, three times over

and owe her, go with the flow

or I'm about to yoke a joker



Verse 2: Treach



All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru

Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do

You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard

Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards

Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up

Grab your microphone, battle time shown up

Any freestyle I see while I prowl

I dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow

Another victory, it's mystery

I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery

All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he

get the things he needs? Remember how blistery?

You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap

You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me

slicin your life away, just like I might today

I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away......

I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust

Take you to a ????, sure you can fly, just jump slut

You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like

You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight

All luck y'all, look at the props y'all

So proud I'm sure, suck my encore's

Swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo

I'll smoke ya

It's time to yoke the joker



Verse 3: Treach



The only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie

is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early

You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop

If I see ya disagreein, you'll be gettin your shit dropped

It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with

You'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket

I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high

Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high

Never would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat

"Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat"

Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day

Takin competition's what I do in the worst way

Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya

I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya

The proof is in the footin, my collar ain't wooden

It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children

Physically, facially, racially made to be

crazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be

Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan

This smack that then attract the new game plan

Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test

Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step

That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live

That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give

Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit

Bite what I might get, then up and say "I quit"

Me here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg

>From you ain't in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do

Yoke the joker