Naughty by Nature - Yoke the Joker Lyrics (2024)

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Yoke the Joker!There are too many overnight emcees but oneAnd too many whacked who haven't paid duesYou have now entered the path of the Flavor UnitAnd we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating youI can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-patTake that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass backA fucking joker smoker, taunted by no oneIf I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogunSmack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawkAnd all that shit I hear about me losing is small talkI ain't a punk, I'll slot ya, furthermore I don't scare chiefThe reason I called you 'pussy' 'cause you are what you eat, eachLook is a little closer to the center of a blowpipeDon't speak when I am talking, this is my fucking shopHow dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, whileYou're smiling backstage doing mother, ugh, doggy styleHot, wild, raw, whores' still suaveCheck out this style that I'veSoul-simulated, sounds from a stockySemi-social, never seem sloppySee silly slapping suckers, sorry saps and slouchersStraps slamming stouch, macking this mass is savvyWe see so-so-songs and some shots, soSnaps stepping separate, start slowly, go soloSet the cassette stereo, sounds diffingStood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a systemSmoke the joker, three times overAnd owe her, go with the flowOr I'm about to yoke a jokerAll that straight faced shit like your heart had been throughSmile and give your face something the f*ck to doYou're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastardSomeone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwardsLet's giddy up, yep yep, another f*ck upGrab your microphone, battle time shown upAny freestyle I see while I prowlI dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chowAnother victory, it's mysteryI smoke your skull, your brain'll come blisteryAll fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does heGet the things he needs? Remember how blistery?You ain't ready for the Freddy of rapYou can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel meSlicin' your life away, just like I might todayI eat you the psycho way, I'm ripping shit right away,I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dustTake you to a sure you can fly, just jump slutYou think you might say, a rhyme, then someone might order likeYou couldn't wet shit up in a motherfucking water fightAll luck y'all, look at the props y'allSo proud I'm sure, suck my encore'sSwinging a bolo, your flow goes soloI'll smoke yaIt's time to yoke the jokerThe only way you would be getting dis jump like a girlieIs if your father would've bothered to pull it out earlyYou ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hopIf I see ya disagreeing, you'll be getting your shit droppedIt's extended version, the side you can't f*ck withYou'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucketI'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price highBet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky highNever would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat"Ya know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat"Because you know I'm better than that on my worst dayTaking competition's what I do in the worst wayQuick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled yaI bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored yaThe proof is in the footing, my collar ain't woodenIt takes more than an axe to tax, bless the childrenPhysically, facially, racially made to beCrazily paid or G, what a fucking way to beHot damn, I'm a man with a hand planThis smack that then attract the new game planEat your big beef, digest the rest, testShit, I was slept yet, then go to the next stepThat's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I liveThat's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I giveMaking other brothers want to go home and write shitBite what I might get, then up and say "I quit"Me here, got, oh what a beautiful dogFrom you ain't in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will doYoke the joker!

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