But then when you're ready for the brother who leads
You enter to the realm of the Scarface sound
Mindless music for the masses has to
Punks'll shun it, gangs keep their girlies on it
With the power to fight and write rhymes to stay
Sick with the style so you can say you've seen
Punks keep steppin' that's the reason why I
'Cause if you wanna dance you should stick with the other one
I dish a little taste of the bass of Scarface
Was once on the payroll about to be fired
By now you should know it the poet doper than most
Or do you buy rap cause the lyrics are smooth
This is a test a lesson to be observed
This is a test, back it up when I'm in the place
Come through sicker than a L.A. driveby by
Terror on two track whenever I'm played
Take time away from the real rap master
With a disco tempo, cliche intro
So I stay cool for community airplay
'Cause I don't play, well my name ain't, A A T C, a NWA
And feeds all rap lovers with rhymes like these
Back and forth I never stick 'em soft I just run it
And all hail to the dog with the righteous bass
Wack rap tracks for commercial shows
Yo dig when you buy a rap record do you buy it for dance moves
Paris is the dog, much doper than morphine
I'm Paris, the Asiatic lord of light
The radical magical man, master of master-plan
And paste a rhyme space to chase the weak-kneed
Program your playlist to sound the same
Like Planet Rock beats from L.A. hoes
Black radio shame, pop rap's to blame
So smooth it couldn't never go wrong
No wack rhymes are heard I keep on raising the curve
'Cause I'm hotter than lava when I be up on a microphone
The boss I come across rough on your radiowave
The same old thing same ol' shit I'm tired
Too many sounds irritate my earholes
So smooth from beginning to end
Droppin' bombs in songs y'all keep singin' along
By dispensing of ignorance how I'm keeping the wack down
And leave the dog alone till the dancin' is done
While ratings slip for the shit that you play
This is a test
