Observations (Explicit) - Masta Ace Incorporated/Apocalypse

Writtne by：Duval Clear

I'm bout to teach these niggards a lesson

Cause they don't know who they be testing

Sit em down make em sign a confession

Ask em a question give em the answer

They still guessing

Who the boss that nail MC

To the cross

With no remorse

And never been on the front of the source

I send rappers of all grades

Into a small rage on stage

There's no such thing as the wrong age

I want a house with short butlers and tall maids with long braids

I can rhyme till the song fades

Listen I say these lyrics make them spread like rabies gotta play these

Rappers like newborn babies

Young cats rapping bout a Mercedes getting cash and ladies

Lott old cats still in the 80's

Or someway in between I gleam and ignite the whole scene

Hip hops lost or so it seem

But I just keep the faith

And wait to set it off like strafe

These niggards weep like the first to the eighth e yo

I observe check it

Whats ya name whats ya name

The manta the manta check it out

I observe check it

Whats my name

The manta ace coming through represent

I observe

I run these streets like a steeplechase

Gimme some space

Get out my face

Stay in your place

Look at them following

These drugs scholars trying holly

Cartier watches for forty dollars

I'm a swift mover

I maneuver these evil streets like Bruegel

To show these cats that I'm a cougar

Why young girls who I pass

Shaking they ass

Instead of studying for that algebra class they can't pass

It's hypocrisy but if I was eighteen

And they was with it all things considered

I'd try to hit it

See raps full of contradiction

Full of beef and friction

And half of these albums out is fiction

I know it sounds controversial

But it goes for everything

From underground to the most commercial

Down to the independents that sell hundreds

Next year I turn the tables like twelve hundreds

It's funny how money change the situation

Stagnation no creation my observation yo

I observe check it

Whats ya name whats ya name

The manta the manta check it out

I observe check it

Whats my name

The manta ace coming through represent

I observe

See I don't play many shades of theism

Dirty hearts on the paper chase

Relate to being grimy

Since my life genesis

I had nothing but bruise memories

Whatever reality was sending me

Like the evils got plans of ending me

Stuck in a square

Hitting four corners many times

Going nowhere

People half moon wishing for light

Stressed the wrong going way left

So f**k right

As long as I'm ducking at gun fights

I'll be alright

Streets literate but home tin

Got me holding my head

Being considerate

Living off the laws of the land surviving

In this life thing I ride shotgun with guard driving

Spit well because I'm starving

So pardon

Chasing dough like forbidden fruit

Rooted in the Eden garden

Trying not to get bit by the snake

You know the game

Catskill keep bending you till you break

So watch the jig

I observe check it

Whats my name the manta represent

The manta ace coming through represent

I observe check it

Whats my name

The manta represent