Call My Name - Styles of Beyond

Don’t be afraid to call my name

Step up, step up

Okay, the west back, yeah the proof is us

I got a rag on my head cause the roof is up

The R-Y-U, comin' with the stupid stuff

I got her foamin' at the mouth like a loofah sponge

I don’t claim no set yet I’m a threat to riders

And I got a few tecs in the L.A. riots

Yeah I’m L.A.'s finest, serve and protect

The street from wack shit, I deserve respect

On the sneak tip, I came in the game to slay them

I had the world singin' 2K4 verbatim

Brave and dumb

818's favorite son

Disintegrate them like my tongue was a laser gun

Yeah yeah

Backpack rapper I guess

But I wear it in the front like a suicide vest

If hip hop is dead how do you define death?

Only way it ever died is if Tak and I left

So what a dude gotta do to prove his sickness?

In a world full of bougie dip shits

I cooly reach for the uzi, lift it

Click the tooly back and blow brains to a gooey liquid

Don’t be afraid to call my name

I started off, fresh off the head

Then I wrote songs and left y’all for dead

Now I got a plot, time to cook this omelet

And knock it out the box like the Brooklyn Dodgers

Hmmm

Do your dance, the beats are grizzly

I’m chewing through your camp like a piece of Wrigleys

Man for the fight, I’m destroying your name chump

Your man on the mic is more annoying than James Blunt (Beautiful)

So ring around the phoney

You’re kicked in the lip with a brown Saucony

Upchuck your billy bang bang get off me

Please, your body looks like a scene from Saw 3

Ughh

Yeah, I’m whiskey sippin'

Risky business, killin' Dixie Chickens

Therapeutic sicks, have a disposition

A Garbage Pail Kid still in mint condition

Slow it down, they’re holding me hostage

Cause when I go to town, man I’m totally awesome

Shots to my people in Galats so stand on by, back

Choppin' like I’m Afro Samurai

Don’t be afraid to call my name