What U Want? - Nick Wiz

Me and D. V

Alias Khrist, oh my, blow by

Niggas like Allen Ivo', real rap shit

Hold plastic with nine in the clip, we sip

Gin and rip men in this rap war, clap at your door

Haha!

You want the rah-rah?

I bring it to you

Papa, hot like enchiladas—what's the verdict?

My words swerve through the suburbs, I’ll bag birds standing

On curb while herbs observe game-spitting

My chain glistens, leave your brain missing, U.G.'s sickening

I’ve been through more rubbers than Michelin.

I hope

You’re listening for real, y’all.

We bring the ill shit

And want dough like Will Smith.

Fuck y’all!

What?!?

My life is like

Malcolm X ‘cause I used to be a hustler

Straight pimping, mssing with women of all kind

Self-educatd, even with school knowledge, changed

My train of thought and seen signs from the wallets

Reiterated my moves ‘cause time’s of the essence

And blessings manifestate through God’s lessons

My music is my profession and I wait for my time

To sign deals ‘cause I deal with perfection, microphone

Journalist describing the ways of the fictional

Rhyme design be subliminal and simple, some say

I’m too analytical and too political

But I say, «Bump that,» and write lines for my inner spirit

If hip hop is what you want

Then that’s what you’ll receive

Because it is time

For the real emcees

If hip hop is what you want

Then that’s what you’ll receive

Because it is time

For the real emcees, feel me?

It’s U.G.

and D.V., so get your head right

Play your position before you even think to grab the mic

I ignite fluids once my tongue hits the matches

Lyrical arsonist who speaks to the masses

BMR, SMG, yeah, they’re scared to pass us

Can’t look at my face ‘cause I’m cockeyed through the glasses

They tried to trash us by stealing the style.

You’re hearing

Us now, new and improved, back with a kick now

So you better get it together

‘Cause we ain’t playing no games

And if you knew what I knew

Then you would respect the name—come on!

Yo, fuck rocking

Iceberg.

Son, I slice words for the mic nerds

And rap heads, hit tracks hard like Chavez

Split the DAT heads with the rawness, I’m flawless

With a cordless—record this.

U.G.'s gorgeous, I jump

Through loops like a porpoise, kick back like

A tourist when rubber grips, dozens of chicks, I’m loving

This shit, shorties hugging my prick, hold on

I’m ill, so forth and so on, smooth like a roll-on

If hip hop is what you want

Then that’s what you’ll receive

Because it is time

For the real emcees

Feel me?

Feel me?

Feel me?

Feel me?

Feel me?

Feel me?

Mmm!

No, no!

No, no!

Mmm!

Mmm!

Mmm!

No, woah!

No, woah!