Amen - Remix ’95

[Sample: Q-Tip]
Can I get a Amen

[Verse 1]
Am I dope or what?
Like pharmaceuticals, brutal hard pseudo bro
How I execute the flow, beautiful (beauti-va-kill, beautiful)
Long points for thoughts stands, so cover your heads like foreskin
Before blinks, the last part is simple
The task was make it as a past participle
My poetry is a hard one, a stark one
And niggas is ahead of time as if you feel departed from it
I produce, we repent a loose leaf
But if you choose beef you loose teeth
Or wind up in news brief
Copy cats is treated the same as pimples
Brains and temples getting "Popped!" plain and simple
This is the shit that you should be steerin' clear of
What you hearin', here up in jockin' inferior disappearin' mirror
Every fuckin clown in here will be packin his gun when my attacking is done
I should bloody the moon and blacken the sun
So if you think of plan B for a bid and rip whack shit
For a A plan, that's your ass

[Chorus]
Can I get a Amen
Can I get a Amen
Ayo, can I get a Amen

[Verse 2]
I might do to the opposition something despicable
Just pick a crew and I have them faces for me like peek-a-boo
To they deaths becomes ducks from shotgun bucks
To nun-chucks to mics throwing you dumb fucks
Styles more often superior, saying something inferior
Pause pickin' out the coffin interior
Much [?] each and every time that I write this in text
The finest intents, heads 'll need flight attendants
My recital has 'em sufferin' a vital spasm
In every portal with cytoplasm, homicidal chasm
Surpass' em as another classic case
The only one to go have 'em get casket space
(Ever seen Baskin cakes?)
Tryin to temper with my style like [?]
And fuck alot of y'all, cause you got the same style and all
Wanna copy the blueprints, damn nuisance
You sense danger, better make tracks to cover your shoeprints
No clues, hints
And your idea sucks, tear ducts trickle blood
As I tear ducked souls from the physical
A place to mourn and lay on a plant
Player you ain't got a prayer, when I slay you
So somebody say

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
(hm-hm) I clear my throat, I spit out the phlegm now
I split oppositions in half like a Gemini
It's too difficult to mate 'em with a ultimatum
That will result in mayhem and carnage and cataclysm
The fact of the mannerisms (homicide)
As a hollow-tip makin a homicide of my competitor's head
Will give him the chrome-est fly
To fly head-straight into Venus and whoever should intervene us
Getting hooked up to a intravenous (uh)
What I explain is heinous, my aim is maintain membranous drain
Where maim is what the name of the game is
Kick his ass so bad, his anus will be famous as Abus name is
Mischievous flows disposing the previous foes
So devious it goes my stereo and tv just froze in fright
On any chosen night, I flatten all
High-top fades, dreads, afros in sight
It ain't even neat for a landing strip, cause when I fly ahead
My opponents' brains will abandon ship
I put yo head in a speedier flight than a meteorite
Shit, you probably get heinous comment media hype
Kick the dome, motherfucker, to go at it
We can close on adequate money, give up cause you wouldn't even have quit (quit)
I face the fury and the package that it came in
I'm aiming to lay many flat, so pray and don't forget to
Amen

[Chorus x2]