Act Right

[Verse 1: Tame One]
When I politic
With cliques, I’m representing from the Bricks, west district
07106 and shit, I sip Hennessy fifths
‘Til my energy dips. When my enemies riff
They catch a Kennedy hit. You want static?
Better turn to Channel 3 with no cable. I’m mentally stable
Able to merc’ a whole label, my sixteen bars
Diss rappers like A&Rs, I take charge
Like you purchasing clothes with credit cards, I vomit
Atomic Glocks of cosmic slop, sick enough to throw
This planet into toxic shock. You wanna battle me?
That’ll be tragedy. Actually, I be blacking like cavities
In a very rapid capacity, certified
Psychopathic, the rap classic, well above
Average, still can get savage, iller than
Regie Miller with threes at the buzzer in OT
The New Jerusalem O.G

[Hook: Tame One] (x2)
Act right
That’s right, cats might trip, rap right
And have niggas like, “That’s my shit!” Never think
It couldn’t happen. Thanks to rapping, it’s a fast life
Do you and act right

[Verse 2: Tame One]
It ain’t enough to talk tough
You gots to back shit up or drive past and get
Your dad’s Cadillac hit up. Shoot, prison, then you
End up missing, fly straight, play the role, and get
Your ass took out like prom dates. I’m not one
For playing with you industry cats, I stay into these raps
Until I catch a memory lapse, I keep a poker face
Showing no emotions when I’m open, constantly smoking
Hoping you suckers don’t think I’m joking. Competition
Listen: don’t be wasting your time. I’m hating your rhymes
So I just replace ‘em with mines ‘cause I rap
Like I act like: antisocial, and critics that wanna
Diss it can’t stand my vocals, but I’m stuck
In my ways, and I won’t change for shit ‘cause Tamester’s
Gangsta is just too dangerous, so act like
You want it, and I’ll deliver it to ya, come to your show
And get the first eight rows to boo ya

[Hook: Tame One] (x2)
Act right
That’s right, cats might trip, rap right
And have niggas like, “That’s my shit!” Never think
It couldn’t happen. Thanks to rapping, it’s a fast life
Do you and act right

[Verse 3: Tame One]
The 973 MC far from friendly, sparks the sensi
Before you start up your Bentley, and just ‘cause
You paid, don’t mean that you ain’t afraid, so be humble
Or catch it in this concrete jungle. Try if
You will to deny my skill ‘cause you just another
Wannabe that I might kill. Ice grills
Don’t mean much when I be in the cut, weeded up
Not caring. Beef? I heat it up. Don’t compare me
To nothing you heard, that’s my word. They’ll be picking you
Off of the curb for working my nerves. Son you like
I was your pops, running your spot ‘cause nothing you got
Is worth having to run from the cops. I’ma let you live
Even though I’m positively negative, hit off sedatives
I be pissing off my relatives. This ain’t
A game ‘cause I’m living off the chain, I’m using my brain
Finding it hard to maintain

[Hook: Tame One] (x2)
Act right
That’s right, cats might trip, rap right
And have niggas like, “That’s my shit!” Never think
It couldn’t happen. Thanks to rapping, it’s a fast life
Do you and act right