ONLY A SUCKA WOULD

Only a sucka would hate my rhyme
Only a sucka would waste his time
Only a sucka would cross this line
Who would attack this? Only a sucka would
Only a sucka would flex on me
Only a sucka would hate this beat
Only a sucka would knock these streets
Who would attack this? Only a sucka would

Tyrant styles, warrior prose
Hit this hard upside a fool’s nose
Navajo steam, renegade gleam
E.S.O. gives suckas a bad dream
Bombs will fall, targetin’ all
Marks and poo-butt fools with a fastball
Flex, wreck, break necks
Get set, vest wet
With the blood, ain’t no love
Grab the gloves, clean everything up
Down the drain, no complaint
Suckas show disdain for a Saint, wait
For the hit, here it comes
Boom, you’re down, bring me that one
With the glare and the stare
Show him the window or show him the stairs

Only a sucka would hate my rhyme
Only a sucka would waste his time
Only a sucka would cross this line
Who would attack this? Only a sucka would
Only a sucka would flex on me
Only a sucka would hate this beat
Only a sucka would knock these streets
Who would attack this? Only a sucka would


Renegade ways, renegade pays
Visits to marks claimin’ the red way
Lookit me stand, I’mma demand
Fools to bow down now to a red man
Holdin’ the line, fightin’ for tribe
Suckas get took tryin’ to take mine
Out the game, Navajo plays
Hard and fast like snags on a good day
Givin’ the yeah, I’mma relax
Oops, I can’t stop now, gotta make tracks
Over to those, playin’ the role
Me and my kind shine when the rage shows
Navajo flex, warrior sets
Sights on those who think they belong, get
Out the way, off my wave
Hear the tide roll over a fool’s grave

Only a sucka would hate my rhyme
Only a sucka would waste his time
Only a sucka would cross this line
Who would attack this? Only a sucka would
Only a sucka would flex on me
Only a sucka would hate this beat
Only a sucka would knock these streets
Who would attack this? Only a sucka would


Saint be praised, I’mma amaze
Those who don’t believe that a renegade
Can arise, no surprise
When a fool speaks out on my skills, why
Do they want to be taught
Lessons filled with pain for the lame, what
Can I say? I’m enraged
Filled with hatred, life of a brotha made
In the street, days of heat
Made the redskin strong on the concrete
When the tough threw the punch
Sons were lost and I didn’t feel much
No remorse, stay the course
Never stray from warrior life force
In the heart, in the soul
Suckas burn with heat when a Saint rolls

Only a sucka would hate my rhyme
Only a sucka would waste his time
Only a sucka would cross this line
Who would attack this? Only a sucka would
Only a sucka would flex on me
Only a sucka would hate this beat
Only a sucka would knock these streets
Who would attack this? Only a sucka would