Welcome to the Terrordome

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Lyrics

I got so much trouble on my mind, fefuse to lose Here's your ticket, hear the drummer get wicked The crew to you to push the back to Black attack So I sack and jack and slapped the Mac Now I'm ready to mic it (you know I like it), huh Hear my favoritism roll, oh, never be a brother like me go solo Laser, anesthesia, maze ya, ways to blaze your brain and train ya The way I'm living, forgiven, what I'm giving up X on the flex, hit me now, I don't know about later As for now, I know how to avoid the paranoid Man, I've had it up to here Gear, I wear got 'em going in fear Rhetoric said and read just a bit ago Not quitting, though, signed the hard rhymer Work to keep from getting jerked, checking some ways (ways) To way back in the better days Raw metaphysically bold, never followed a code Still dropped a load Never question what I am God knows Huh, 'cause it's coming from the heart What I got better get some, get on up, hustler of culture Snake bitten, been spit in the face, huh But the rhymes keep fitting Respects been giving, how's ya living? Now I can't protect a paid-off defect Check the record and reckon an intentional wreck Played off as some intellect Made the call, took the fall, broke the laws Not my fault that they're falling off Known as fair square throughout my years So I growl at the living foul Black to the bone, my home is your home But welcome to the Terrordome Come on down (get down) Come on, you can get it, get it, get it Come on down (get down) Come on, you can get it, get it, get it Come on down (get down) Come on, you can get it, get it, get it Come on down, get down Come on, you can get it, get it, get it (would you join me please in welcome-in-ing) So long now, have a good trip Yo, yo, who put this thing together, huh? Me Me, that's who (get down) Who I trust? Who I trust? (Come on, you can get it, get it, get it) Me, that's who! (Get down, come on, you can get it, get it, get it)) Yo, who you trust, man? (Would you join me please in welcome-in-ing) Subordinate terror, kicking off an era Cold delivering pain My '98 was 87' on a record, yo, so now I go Bronco (Oh Chuck, they out to get us, man) Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh Chuck, they out to get us, man) (Yo, we gotta go dust these boys off) Crucifixion ain't no fiction, so-called chosen frozen Apology made to whoever pleases Still they got me like Jesus I rather sing, bring, think, reminisce 'Bout a brother while I'm in sync Every brother ain't a brother 'cause a color Just as well could be undercover Backstabbed, grabbed a flag From the back of the lab Told a Rab get off the rag Sad to say I got sold down the river Still some quiver when I deliver Never to say I never know or had a clue Word was Herb, plus hard on the boulevard Lies, scandalizin', basing Traits of hatin', celebrating with Satan? I rope-a-dope the evil with righteous bobbing and weaving And let the good get even Come on down (come on) But welcome to the Terrordome Come on down (get down) Come on, you can get it, get it, get it (ahh, huh) Come on down (get down) (yo, P.E.) Come on, you can get it, get it, get it (1990 and all that, all that, ah-ha) Caught in the race against time, the pit and the pendulum Check the rhythm and rhymes while I'm bending 'em Snakes blowing up the lines of design (would you join me please in welcome-in-ing) Trying to blind the science I'm sending 'em How to fight the power, cannot run and hide But it shouldn't be suicide In a game a fool without the rules Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize Every brother ain't a brother 'cause a Black hand Squeezed on Malcolm X the man The shooting of Huey Newton From a hand of a nigga, pulled the trigger Come on down Come on down (get down) (would you join me please in welcome-in-ing) Come on, you can get it, get it, get it It's weak to speak and blame somebody else When you destroy yourself First nothing's worse than a mother's pain of a son slain in Bensonhurst Can't wait for the state to decide the fate, so this jam I dedicate Places with the racist faces, example of one of many cases Greek weekend, speech I speak from a lesson learned in Virginia I don't smile in the line of fire, I go wildin' But it's on bass and drums and even violins What ya do? Get ya head ready, instead of getting physically sweaty When I get mad, I put it down on a pad, huh Give ya something that ya never had Controlling, fear of high rolling God bless your soul and keep living Never allowed, kicking it loud Dropping a bomb, brain game, intellectual Vietnam Move as a team, never move alone But welcome to the Terrordome Come on down (get down) Come on, you can get it, get it, get it (yo, look at you, look at you now) (Ou ain't wanna listen to me) (get down) Come on, you can get it, get it, get it (now look at you) (Didly-doot-doot, brrup, boo-boo-boo-boo, bing) Come on, you can get it, get it, get it (wow) Come on, you can get it, get it, get it (boing)