The End Of Your World lyrics

[Verse 1]
I hit the 28th floor, step into a boardroom filled with execs
Manager flippin', five seconds from breakin' they necks
All of a sudden I threw in a cassette
The room's filled with silence, all eyes on me, they wonder what's next
New rule suckas, y'all lose suckas
Scream when you had enough punishment, after this, I run the sh*t
Pack your bags, I push rappers in front of movin' cabs
You wanna swing with us, but I'm duckin' your jabs
A mindreader, I pounce like a cheetah or a panther
With a Walkman on, high on Anthrax
If your question "Where them raw n*ggas?", here's your answer
Girls (pick up the panties), aiyyo thugs (get out your handguns)
Now turn 'em on yourself
I got your style in my fridge on the shelf next to the tofu
A roadblock in n*ggas' careers, you can't go through
Raw is the n*gga to fear, and rehearsal's where y'all should go to

[Hook]
Aiyyo, Dice, motherf*ckin' Raw
Back the f*ck up off me, you're killin' me hardly at all
Man, just let a n*gga do, his thing
Watch out 'fore you, get dealt
Dice, motherf*ckin' Raw
Back the f*ck up off me, you're killin' me hardly at all
Just let a n*gga do his thing
Watch out 'fore you, get dealt
[Verse 2]
There's always been wack rappers, they been here a second after rap's start
But I don't know why real MC's, let 'em get this far
But as the new caretaker, of Hip-Hop's graveyard
Reclaimin' the dead, I got new jacks wettin' they bed
Hop on like the boogieman and f*ckin' sever they head
Or bury them alive, and suffocate 'em instead
Fill they tombstones out, throw your ass in a ditch
'Cause when you in my zone, you die when you forget
Like when you forget who you are, or forget how to spit
n*ggas bit Biggie Smalls, now they think they the sh*t
I remember everybody rhymed like Rakim
n*ggas used to tongue-twist, it's gotten worse than then
Nowadays you're all hustlers, with a billy(?) stash
Don't give a f*ck, 'cause it's all about the cash
And what is beef, sleep with the heat?
Yeah right, with water guns, y'all wouldn't wet up Sesame Street

[Hook]
Aiyyo, Dice, motherf*ckin' Raw
Back the f*ck up off me, you're killin' me hardly at all
Man, just let a n*gga do, his thing
Watch out 'fore you, get dealt
Dice, motherf*ckin' Raw
Back the f*ck up off me, you're killin' me hardly at all
Just let a n*gga do his thing
Watch out 'fore you, get dealt
*explosion*