Crew Love

[Commentary: Arnold Schwarzenegger]
It’s not a tumour
It’s Weapon X and Ken Hell
Scar-Non, Part Two
Sickcuntion Luncheon

[Intro: Weapon X]
Yeah
Uh
Weapon X
Yup
M-Phazes
Gold Coast, M.E.L
Let’s do it, yeah

[Verse: Weapon X]
Been many things over the years that made me stumble
Saw the way the game worked and it made me humble
See? I respect the work o’ those who that made it without the tools of the trade
It was much harder for them, that’s when I started it again
My pen runneth off o’ the page, done it
Often on stage, set rappers to coffins and graves
But this battlin’ shit, it ain’t the way o’ my soul
Unless we beefin’, I ain’t really down for playin’ that role
I coulda dropped another three L.P.s, but I was caught up in somethin’
Crusader fought the hordes who were frontin’
Started seein’ more than two sides, started seein’ with two eyes
Started workin’ on new ties, started workin’ with new guys
The true guys at the helm o’ this beef became apparent
Until this day, if they want a piece o’ me, they can have it
But I ain’t paintin’ them all with the same can
And it’s possible that me and them fools have the same fans
I was playin’ [?] at home when the phone rang that day
That [?] fella heard that I rap great
He said he’d heard “No Frills” and knew the clique was tight
So bring Digga and Heezy to come and hit the mic
He played beats, he was makin’ ‘em, sonar
He had a way o’ speakin’, you could just tell that he’d go far
So far, I was not really feelin’ his sound
But I was inspired by him, somethin’ serious now
Digga laid tracks with him and I kept in the loop
Until I started sellin’ beats overseas and gettin’ loot
I felt the shit that I was doin’ wasn’t poppin’, it could move units
Spittin’ heat in the booth padded with doonas
As soon as I quit work to focus on rap money
The whole clique split over dough, isn’t that funny?
And that money made wasn’t really the beef’s cause
But it taught me; Keep your family small, keep your vanity
Ballin’ outta control and you’ll lose more than is fiscal
A crew’s more than a fistful o’ letters, remember this, fool
I shed blood for the clique that they still reppin’
And when people hear the name, what they think I was still Weapon
I’m effin’ embarrassed that we ain’t a unit no more
And if you thinkin’ I was bitter, assume it no more
I wish the world to those I struggled with, laid plans and I huddled with
When the war came, I was front line with them double quick
Subtle shit was weakenin’ ties
It fell apart in dramatic fashion, now I don’t even speak to them guys
I mean it, man, I’m hopin’ each o’ them rise
But I ain’t speakin’ reunion ‘cause there were far too many chiefs in that tribe
Outsiders in the ears o’ my people, where the fuck is that?
Dick rider, note teller, [?], sucker at
You can suck a fat, diseased appendage
I got nothin’ else to say about it, peace, I’m finished