Uh! Yeah! What Up?

I know why y'all want to take me down
I know why y'all want to see me get clowned
I know why y'all want to take my sound
And put a nigga like me in the lost and found

But I refuse to fade
I'll stay this way
Spreadin' venom in the mic till I'm old and gray
And now niggaz want to attack me

Flip-flop and back me
But fool you's a mackey
I'll starch your ass like some khakis
Your shit is tacky and you better play the backwoods

Me and my crew will use your cd for a hackey sack
Imagine that
And it shouldn't be hard
'Cause your style ain't large

And you want to make all the profits with crowbars
Can you Dig It?
When nothin' can save it
Shock your ass like a phaser

Burn and cut like a laser
Amaze you, with this flava
I run with a pack of tennis shoe playa's

[Chorus]
Can you Dig It? (Can you Dig It?)
Can you Dig It?

Can you Dig It? (Can you Dig It?)
Can you Dig It?

The first law of age is called survival
That's why I'm deadly on revival
And it's vital
To my basic instinct

That all wack mc's become extinct
Because we on the brink
Or, should I say the edge
Like a schizsophrenic with seventeen personalities walkin on a ledge

Then you can't see the black cause it's blocked by the blue and the red
U.F.O.'s
And scandalous ass hoes
Waist deep in the shit, it's still smellin' like a rose

And I suppose
You want me to play superstar
And when I see you on the street act like I don't know who you are
So, you can run back and tell that

But I won't do that
So, fool you can chew that
To all sucka mc's you better beware
I been conjurin' up forces way back in my lair

And my crew don't scare
And we don't care
We act, we wear, I swear

[Chorus]

It's the thrilla
Straight outta Compton, not Manilla
Got a chokehold on the mic like I was M.C. Gorilla
Take this to the heart for real a

Don't you ever try to steal a
Like AIDS this shit came like gin a
Might fuck up your liver
Call me Pharoah cause I'm floatin' bustas up the river

When I deliver
Make your sister and your grandma shiver
Top Feelin' steadily rakin' up the scrilla
Kickin back in my easy chair sippin' on some Henna

[Unknown] 'cause my whole crew is locin'
And fools always tryin to fix shit that ain't broken
I'm down with pixies so you don't want to see me
So, grab everyone in your crew and disapeer like a genie

Never said I was the best but I ain't the one to be testin
Cross the line and in pieces you'll be destined
Don't stop, get it, get it
Cause I blow up the spot everytime I grab the mic and hit it, hit it

[Chorus: x 3]

Writer : IVEY, ARTIS L., JR. / CONCEPCION, VICTOR
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.