Artist: Your Old Droog Album: Packs Song: Rapman Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Chorus] Rapman! Protectin all the land from New York to Japan He's the one no villain can escape Superhero with a cape and a mixtape What's his name? Rapman! Tinted Cartier's with a studio tan Work ethic of a Mexican And to rap more bills than election vans [Your Old Droog] Yo, check it, stormin through like a panther with a black fist, scattin combattin all the wackness These dudes ain't emcees, they good actors who too quick to succeed, need practice Lock 'em in the room with The Cactus Album and some "Follow the Leader" Rakim You know I be out late fightin the crime of rappers not writin their rhymes Teach 'em how to be a better beat picker Get albums done and come out with heat quicker Yo, I'm sick of these sickle fans who wanna make their idols proud I want my hero to hear me and shit his pants Rewind what I said Writin in my durag that keep lines in my head Prevents me from pennin hot trash and Keeps the focus on the music - not fashion Grab the microphone to voice issues Lot of brothers tunes soundin like moist tissues Laugh at, where cats are takin the sounds Every bartender, that's why they're makin the rounds Listen, they a joke doin trap I'm huntin down err'y cat spewin that coke rap With that fake-ass drug dealer image they try portray Even John'll tell you that ain't your +Forté+ Not lettin it fly, plus you got tongues talk of that third-eye crap of gettin high Punks - makin theyself hot Burn in the public like Vietnamese monks Peddlin junk, I envy their tour bus Snatch 'em out of they bunks, hang up the dunks 'til err'y single rapper spittin that forthright Turn off their mics, the need to be more like... [Chorus] [Your Old Droog] The J-O is real heavy man, so I lay low Play the everyman, stay to myself Cause people too nosy, but still Nobody knows what I do like Jarobi My words pissin off the po-po But it's dope though, managed to keep the low pro Say good night to my white neighbors Then go inside and rhyme fight with lightsabers Break 'em down to the molecules So it ain't all about cheddar chumps and brolic jewels Preachin the gospel, to think that I used to twist spliffs, causin mischief at high school Gangs was my Kryptonite Like son, how you a Blood this morning, turn Crip tonight? Flippin white, hash pills and chronic Would go to D.C. but not for +Comics+ Prior to gettin clean, I was an addict, a fiend Now I'm healthy and the diet is mad strict Makin green drnks, eatin a tangerine Tryna wean zombies off xans and lean Forecd to deal with all this anguish Dudes mumblin, soundin like they rappin in a different language I'll have them enunciate every vowel and Make the old washed-up rappers throw the towel in And those doin weaker versions of what's already been done before Fill their backpacks with C4 Your beef is yours I'm over here fightin a bigger war against Lex Lyor Hop in the ride quick with my sidekick Breezin by, blastin Aquemini I been a guy, you already know when you see that microphone signal in the sky [Chorus]