[saukrates]
record mode
"action!!"
we taping?
are we roling?
yes sir
god damn
who´s the hip hop...
who´s the hip hop
that´s action
give it to me

i´m the hip hop drug, you want a hit give me a minute
i´m leaving your brain tinted, with scores of metaphor
lyrical glim-fitted, bringing you sweet misery
like sugarcane mixed with history
kissing the sun could never blister me
jesus, i said jesus, will you relieve us?
a critic commentators who never believe us
achieve trust, never gamble on expectation
unless you in the future, got some kind of blood relation, ya dig
potent rhyme moonshine, yo take a swig
got a vegetarian dreaming of microwaving pig
secular soul, the regular man´s in a hurry
while i´m chilling in the studio eating iguan and curry
you´re a pussy ass motherfucker (hell ya!)
i said you´re puss ass motherfucker (hell ya!)
i get your flask, flipping my words backwards
attach judge, either leaving the jury with the lackluster, impression
when i´m on trial for obsession
with the death of them mc´s progression, learn your lesson
and search for the antibotic, i hook on cigarettes and coffee
like you should get hooked on phonics
before the thought of approach crosses your mind
i find your method of wackness, sending constant reminder
your style´s bullshit, your style´s bullshit!
want a key to be an mc, here´s the full kit

chorus [saukrates]
now that´s action (action! what) x4

[saukrates]
now that´s act... this gonna take a minute, relax son
play the government up in your ass to tax one
unlawful mc, reach unlawful degree
saukrates tear up, enemy by enemy gees
something like a phenomenom, ghetto serial trauma don
pain of acid rain, target the skin
i drop the bomb, fuck it
i´mma keep my jones irregular
so don´t act surprised of saukrates is checking ya
and even with your dogs protecting ya
disgrace printed on your face
you had ´em saying ´dogs forgetting ya´
(blah, blah, blah)
representation´s bizarre, my mind to my mouth
shiny g watch(?) to a guitar
never ghetto superstar, rather ghetto entrepeneurly czar
i´m twelve under, you´re checking in at twelve over par
toke a cigar and start travelling
i know it´s potent son, i see your dreads unravelling
i have battled men who sculptured knowledge and culture
but poisonous dialects exposing cadavers to vultures
excue me for being blunt while you get blunted
but in the words of biggie ´hunt me or be hunted´

chorus
can´t fuck with this