Comin' Straight From The Heart

Comin' from the left now here's a little somehin'

I slapped together just for you and your weak posse

I dedicate it to those who don't know

That I'm a maniac straight from the heart of Low Pro

And for a livin' I break necks of punk chumps who slipped

Matter of fact I should bust you in the lip

But nah I ain't livin that way

So bro

I rather slap you with knowledge as I go solo

Hey yo Aladdin what's up with all these wanna be

M I c fake controllers takin over the scene

They don't know who I am the young boy and yours truly

Step off new jack you're just a new Rudy

Of rap you're bound to get slapped steppin to me

Strunger than a smoker on PCP

I cannot lose I got the downest deejay in the world

Aladdin break the needles while the Technics twirl

Hey yo

I know there's nowadays a lotta rappers holdin a mic

Wastin time but naw they ain't hype

They same old styles yo with the same old things

And at shows the same old wack routines

I like runnin on stage and clownin MC's

So when you see me at a show don't even step to me

Be alert cause the W will spin the chart

You can't touch me boy I come straight from the heart

Most MC's nowadays they don't come from the heart

They rap what the record label wants

But why can't I talk about the way that I'm livin'

Yo day by day suckers robbin' and stealin'

Bein shot at stabbed that ain't nothin' to me

Just another d**n way of l I f e

But then again I ain't supposed to even mention a gun

Or I be charged with corruptin' the mind of a young one

Yo that's wack what up with showbiz

Bannin' my shows cause I tell it like it is

If I was rich then I'd rap about a Lamborghini

Got some pretty women in grip tight bikinis

But I ain't like I first said from the start

I'm a muthaf**ka I come straight from the heart

Anxiety is buggin' me to cold get ill

Grab a bat engrave on a sucker face 'Louisville'

But naw I better chill that ain't the life to live

Couple years in the county bread and water for a meal

Over what

A peasy knuckleheaded MC

Who doubted my ability y'all know what I mean

The kinda suckers who brag yo you know who they are

They make one wack record and think they a star

Suckers gettin airplay

But the record ain't kickin'

You punks doin' shows for Kentucky Fried Chicken

Every rapper now wanna wear a clock on his neck

There's one Flavor Flav

So give it a rest

Hey yo Aladdin help me out rip the record apart

Pay attention I come straight from the heart

Cold get stupid

Power pat rhymes are goin gold

More soul bro than the Angelist David Saphro

I come straight from the heart with the rhyme

Givin suckers like you and him a piece of my mind

Conditioning my dome to wax and tax suckers who're wack

Where's the milk I eat you up like applejacks

To describe myself three words to tell

Hm the W is crazy as hell

Back in the streets of L A I be rockin'

And you can find Aladdin cuttin records in Compton

Though we ain't from the same city we're down

You got beef with that punk

You're bound to get clowned

Suckers in line to get dissed I'm ballin my fist

Who's next up to taste some of this

Hysterical critical flexible lyrical

Yo MC's can't hang boy I put em in a hospital

You shoulda known from the jump or the start

Every lyric I throw I come straight from the heart