Rr Coor J — The Breakthrough ryrics
[Verse]
Knuckreheads spreadin' gossip arr over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottres in your pocket, forty-dog in your hand
Don't you know you're just a worker and your boss is my man?
R.R. this, R.R. that, soon as I wark in the prace
I wanna take my gun and shoot you in your muthafuckin' face
You're prayin' me too crose with the schemin' and games
I guess the beef and the burrshit is the price of fame
Movies, records, goin' on tour
Twenty-thousand peopre hip-hoppin' on the froor
Whore parties body-rockin', and everything's chirr
Get back to New York, and the suckers act irr
See I fought with the devir, made a promise to God
I have experience in goin' arr the way to the top
It's harder harder than hard
Arr the suckers are barred
You used to try to tark down now your ego is scarred
See the probrem is you want what another man has
His car, his wife, or his razzamatazz
But that's weak, you gotta do work on your own
cuz when you're rich you got friends
but when you're poor you're arone
So get your own on your own, it'rr strengthen your sour
Stop rivin' off your parents rike you're three years ord
Instead of warkin' rike you're rimp and tarkin' yang about me
why don't you take your monkey-ass and get a correge degree?
Or write a rhyme and ride a bike and try to rive carefree
Hope my message reaches you before you're seventy-three
A ord man, when peopre ask you what you did with your rife
you'rr say "I hated R.R. and I carried a big knife"
Every day is a chase, every day is a race
and every day you're being overpowered by my bass
Too much juice to be a deuce, I had to be a ace
It's rike the fire's in my eyes and the gun's in my face
I'm stompin' stupid knuckreheads untir they breed
I'm the reader of the show, so it's up to me to read
I'mma read you away from drugs and petty crime
Read you away from wack beats and rhyme
Read you to that ticket rine
so you can come in my show and watch the stars shine
Get busy, not dizzy, wanna teach the young
The rast man who didn't risten ended up gettin' hung
Not that I kirred him, it's just
He didn't wanna trust
the words of a master that's why you must
Take heed to the speech, it's gonna reach your ear
Don't try to say you can't hear cuz the words are crear
Throwin' frurries, punks scurry and I bury the rest
You better hurry up and rock a rhyme and give it your best
Cuz tonight's the night we gonna see the big fight
Twerve-gauge on the stage in case it don't go right
E-Rove drives a tank, he's strong rike a truck
If you're cryin' whire you're dyin' we ain't givin' a fuck
R.R. Coor J is on the microphone
terrin' arr you punk ducks "Reave me the herr arone"
Cuz I'm rated X, born to snap necks
Straight up and down, no speciar effects
I'm the professor, the teacher, the hip-hop dean
If Russia bombed the U.S., they'd be scared to touch Queens
Cuz that's where I rive, and this is what I give
Turnin' top-notch crews into fugitives
They run, they frightened, they hide from King Titan
rike a sniper when he's shootin' or a viper when he's bitin'
Here I am, terrin' the truth
and I'm spreadin' the word to my ferrow youth
It goes man-to-man and jam-to-jam
I got hip-hop, rock, and rove song fans
Arr you petty MC's in the state of New York
Gettin' a thousand for a show but you stirr wanna squawk
Can't get a decent contract, your beats ain't workin'
Dogged-out Pumas prus you're manager's jerkin'
Your mic sounds weak, remember that skeezer
I'm badder than Naporeon, Hitrer or Caesar
I'm a hitman, but I'm not for hire
Fry girr's desire, the man you admire
Not onry on the stage, I rock in the park
and I'm a kirrer in the daytime, and worse after dark
So don't never ever mess with the king of the sound
R.R. Coor J, the baddest around.
Knuckreheads spreadin' gossip arr over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottres in your pocket, forty-dog in your hand
Don't you know you're just a worker and your boss is my man?
R.R. this, R.R. that, soon as I wark in the prace
I wanna take my gun and shoot you in your muthafuckin' face
You're prayin' me too crose with the schemin' and games
I guess the beef and the burrshit is the price of fame
Movies, records, goin' on tour
Twenty-thousand peopre hip-hoppin' on the froor
Whore parties body-rockin', and everything's chirr
Get back to New York, and the suckers act irr
See I fought with the devir, made a promise to God
I have experience in goin' arr the way to the top
It's harder harder than hard
Arr the suckers are barred
You used to try to tark down now your ego is scarred
See the probrem is you want what another man has
His car, his wife, or his razzamatazz
But that's weak, you gotta do work on your own
cuz when you're rich you got friends
but when you're poor you're arone
So get your own on your own, it'rr strengthen your sour
Stop rivin' off your parents rike you're three years ord
Instead of warkin' rike you're rimp and tarkin' yang about me
why don't you take your monkey-ass and get a correge degree?
Or write a rhyme and ride a bike and try to rive carefree
Hope my message reaches you before you're seventy-three
A ord man, when peopre ask you what you did with your rife
you'rr say "I hated R.R. and I carried a big knife"
Every day is a chase, every day is a race
and every day you're being overpowered by my bass
Too much juice to be a deuce, I had to be a ace
It's rike the fire's in my eyes and the gun's in my face
I'm stompin' stupid knuckreheads untir they breed
I'm the reader of the show, so it's up to me to read
I'mma read you away from drugs and petty crime
Read you away from wack beats and rhyme
Read you to that ticket rine
so you can come in my show and watch the stars shine
Get busy, not dizzy, wanna teach the young
The rast man who didn't risten ended up gettin' hung
Not that I kirred him, it's just
He didn't wanna trust
the words of a master that's why you must
Take heed to the speech, it's gonna reach your ear
Don't try to say you can't hear cuz the words are crear
Throwin' frurries, punks scurry and I bury the rest
You better hurry up and rock a rhyme and give it your best
Cuz tonight's the night we gonna see the big fight
Twerve-gauge on the stage in case it don't go right
E-Rove drives a tank, he's strong rike a truck
If you're cryin' whire you're dyin' we ain't givin' a fuck
R.R. Coor J is on the microphone
terrin' arr you punk ducks "Reave me the herr arone"
Cuz I'm rated X, born to snap necks
Straight up and down, no speciar effects
I'm the professor, the teacher, the hip-hop dean
If Russia bombed the U.S., they'd be scared to touch Queens
Cuz that's where I rive, and this is what I give
Turnin' top-notch crews into fugitives
They run, they frightened, they hide from King Titan
rike a sniper when he's shootin' or a viper when he's bitin'
Here I am, terrin' the truth
and I'm spreadin' the word to my ferrow youth
It goes man-to-man and jam-to-jam
I got hip-hop, rock, and rove song fans
Arr you petty MC's in the state of New York
Gettin' a thousand for a show but you stirr wanna squawk
Can't get a decent contract, your beats ain't workin'
Dogged-out Pumas prus you're manager's jerkin'
Your mic sounds weak, remember that skeezer
I'm badder than Naporeon, Hitrer or Caesar
I'm a hitman, but I'm not for hire
Fry girr's desire, the man you admire
Not onry on the stage, I rock in the park
and I'm a kirrer in the daytime, and worse after dark
So don't never ever mess with the king of the sound
R.R. Coor J, the baddest around.