Artist: Dan-e-o Album: Dilla Pickles Song: Locked Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus: Dan-e-o] You might think you're gon' to have this game owned You still need to learn how veterans do You ain't got the stroke to claim it's your throne You still got so many cats better than you You don't know what's dope, you not even close You need to take notes on what's really hot You should probably quote two or three or more flows that prove that I GOT THIS SHIT LOCKED! [Dan-e-o] Uhh, yeah The best in the game, never left but never came Apparently cause I was lame never wantin to sound the same Comfy in my own skin, tighter than a clothespin My flows been, thrown in the bin where garbage goes in Fierce and ferocious, but kids they don't notice They say, "Come with mo' hits, pretend like you a closed fist" Sadly I'm designed to, make all of my rhymes true So why don't you, cover your mouth like you got the swine flu Cause I'm through with listenin, I find you need discipline These fine beats from Michigan incline me to piss on men Suck my nuts pathetic squirrel, you somethin like an epidural I don't feel you nigga, don't even care if you get referrals Tired of the game today, hold on like it's layaway I made you say, "What the fuck's he doin?" like I'm Flavor Flav Seems I lost my star's shine, missin like I caused crime But you'll find, now I make less excuses and more time to come with vintage shit, infinitely magnificent Significantly intricate, lyricism so sick as if it's invalids with syphilis who's into my stuff, nigga what? You couldn't test me if I pissed in a cup, so what's up? [Chorus] [Dan-e-o] A killer with a mic, hitter who don't get a strike Rippin every pitch in sight, flippin it how Dilla like Niggaz think they bright I shut 'em down, like it's Earth Hour You ain't got no word power, everything I heard's sour Nerds bow or get hurt, give your fibs a rest jerk Yes sir, reality's pre-empted on your network While I be off the wall, you softer than a cottonball I'm not at all fazed but I'm amazed that you ain't got withdrawal Cause you ain't got dope shit, I'm nasty like a hoe's spit My flows get, tighter with time like friends who's close-knit Here to take your fuckin cheese, bound to chop your slut with ease Sucker please, I got more tricks, than what is up my sleeve Developed like a Fotomat, you admit you wrote the rap? I'm prone to ask you to tell me, "Sorry you had to go through that" Cause you made my ears bleed quicker than light year speed ESPN should report you have to brawl with GSP And seriously be tarred and feathered, flogged and severed Barred from ever launchin cleverless awkward rhetoric like Schwarzenegger and his awful pension for politics, stop your shit Rock your hit? I'd rather fall on my dick, baller quit! [Chorus] [Outro: Dan-e-o] Uh, yeah, straight the fuck up What the fuck you thought? Dan-e-o was just gonna crawl under some rock somewhere and shit? Let you cocksuckers take over this hip-hop shit? Fuck that~! Y'all never been able to fuck with me Ain't never gonna be able to fuck with me Straight up man, this REAL hip-hop shit Man what the fuck you doin man? Yo turn that shit back up! Yo what the FUCK you doin man? I ain't finished.. {*fades out*}