Gang Starr | Lyrics | Words From the Nutcracker

Sick thoughts on my mind with no self-control
Uplift your soul and make the brothers wanna roll
Sixteen years old with for heart that's gold
Yo check it, check it out like this, here we go

Run around the streets cold strapped like an alley rat
But now I'm gettin' much props like a fat cat
A young mack but I don't think I'm all that
I just can't sweat another brother's bozack

So what the f***, y'all movin' on up
Gonna swim in big bucks, like Scrooge McDuck
And if ya don't like and you wanna step up
Then open your mouth, and suck my nuts

Melachi the Nutcracker, I'm always gettin' blacker
Fatter, I bust a fat rhyme to make your head shatter
I'm from the Bronx, New York City
The Big F*****' Apple where the niggaz get busy
God bless the dead, and God rest my pops
Peace to the niggaz goin' out bustin' shots