Artist: Kool Rock Jay and the DJ Slice Album: Tales From the Dope Side Song: Suckers to the Side Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ VERSE 1: Kool Rock Jay ] I'm back once again, so start runnin Pack your bags and leave cause I'm comin I'm real like the ( ? ) Don't ask me, ask my DJ why Slice start the mixin, I start the fixin Up the traps for killin all saps Pack up punks, turn around and surrender The war's over, Jay's the winner Capture, kill and conquer, my only motive You can't stop The Rock cause I'm devoted Friday the 13th and I'm Jason Fear in your heart, sucker, I'm placin Follow my path into the dead land You made the wrong step, you're in quicksand Stunned you stop, you just can't move The game's over and you lose (To the side) --> Chuck D Suckers (To the side) [ VERSE 2: Kool Rock Jay ] Adrenaline risin, hearts are pumpin You're in a daze and you don't know nothin You wanna bet? You ain't worth a nickel I hit you hard and fast like ripple Your mind's sedated, now you're drunk You can't win, so get on chump Gangster rules, so pay your dues Execution terms - you can choose A lesson to learn every time you try When eye to eye you make no reply Behind my back you dis ( ? ) When I came in your face, punk, you're scared A Nightmare on Jay Street like this Servin a sucker on a 12-inch disc Then I wax and polish and I demolish And when the punks run up, huh, I'll abolish So many rhymes crammed in a line Can't comprehend? Then push rewind You wanna front like you're so live But I'm back, jack, and all suckers to the side [ VERSE 3: Kool Rock Jay ] No white flag, I ain't a pacifist No peace, cause there's no end to this You shouldn'ta started what you can't stop You need insurance, so get a piece of The Rock Break 'fore you're broke on, rhymes you get choked on A lightweight punk, so float on No need for you to keep on tryin You won't win - and I lyin Top-paid assassin paid in full Don't try to get funny cause I got pull Yo, when I start pullin suckers disappear Jay's a gangster, let's make that clear Formin a storm around you and your crew In the wind, my friend, so smooth you blew I got a hitlist and it's full of names I get busy and I don't play games You'll keep dissin, I'll keep rhymin Up the charts my records keep climbin I'm the new one and I just arrived I don't play, punk, and all suckers to the side [ VERSE 4: Kool Rock Jay ] You kept frontin, now you're out of luck You're stuck in the mustard, so catch up You're about to dissed on, then get pissed on Become a fallen star and soon get wished on A deadly lesson, stop your guessin Cause you're starin in the barrel of a Smith & Wesson Take your name, your title, fame and gold They give you ten years labor with no parole Cause I'm the hater of fake and sucker sap MC's With a bass that's kickin like Bruce Lee And suckers that try to front I'm icin With a snare that hits you like Tyson You can't stop this, you better drop this Boy, you find yourself gettin dissed Day by day, week by week Before you leap - you better take a peek Cause now I can tell, boy, you can't beat me How I tell? Your voice gettin squeaky When a beat and scratch is applied I don't play, it's suckers to the side Rap's the line to get mine, a true example And all suckers like a magazine I cancel I'm the rapper named Kool Rock Jay Suckers to the side, punk, I don't play