Stranded On Death Row

Yes, it is I says me
And all who agree
Are more than three
Cause they are we
(laughter)
Yes, yo!, I’m in the house now for sure
Because I want to talk about the hearts of men
Who knows what evil lurks within them
But lets take a travel down the blindside
And see what we find on this
Path
Called

Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recites kinda lethal
Niggaz know, the flow that I kick, there’s no refill
I’m murderin’ niggaz, Yo, and maybe because of the tone
I kicks my grip, the mic and kick shit
Niggaz can’t fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and slam
Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim they bossin
What don’t you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the hood, and we up to no good
Slangin’ on things like a real O.G. should
I’m stackin’ and mackin’ and packin’ a ten so
When you’re slippin’, I slip the clip in
But ain’t no set-tripppin
Cause it’s Death Row, rollin’ like the mafia
Think about whoopin’ some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya
Ain’t nathin’ but a buster
I’m Stranded on Death Row for pumpin slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you’re outdone
Feel the shotgun, Korrupt inmate cell block one

No prevention from this mention of sorts
You’re a victim, from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it’s time you learn braille
From the lunatic, I death like arsenic
When I kick up wicked raps
That the grain will hit the scratch
With treachery, my literary form will blast
And totally surpass the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms
When I’m vexed, I fly leg necks and arms
In this dimension, I’m the presenter
And the inventor, and the tormentor
Deranged, like the hillside strangler
MC mangler, tough like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite
So what you want to do
The narrator RBX, cell block two

Rage, lyrical murderer
Stranded on Death Row
And now I’m servin’ a lifetime sentence
There’ll be no repentance
Since it’s the life that I choose to lead
I plead guilty
On all counts let the ball bounce where it may
It’s just another clip into my AK
Buck em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress
Bed frame there’s another dead pain
Layin’ lain with the shame, who’s to blame
Me, the lady of Rage
On when I’m comin’ from the D-E-A-T-Hin
Are-O-W takin’, no shit
So flip and you’re bound to get dropped
It’s one eight seven on motherfuckers don’t stop
Handcuffed as I bust there’ll be no debate
It’s Rage, from cell block eight

And yo steppin’ through the fog
And creepin’ through the smog
It’s the number one nigga from the hood
Doggy Dogg
Makin’ videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Bustin’ raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homey little nigga
Warren G is my hand and my hand’s on the trigga
Shootin’ at the hoes with the game that I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a quick one servin’ my rocks
And I’m still, servin’ for mines, peace
To my motherfuckin’ homies doin time
In the pen and the county jail
Mobbin’ with your blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah fuck the police
And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
And it’s drivin’ the cops crazy
But ain’t nuttin’ but a black thing bay-bee, uhhh
No I’m not flaggin’, but I’m just saggin’
I betcha don’t want to see the D-O double G
And you can’t see, the D-are to the E
Or my motherfuckin’ homey D.O.C.
You know you can’t fuck with my motherfuckin’ DJ
That’s my homey and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you don’t stop
Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfuckin’ DoggPound
That’s the only way we’ll beat em man
We gotta smoke em, then choke em
Like the motherfuckin’ peter man
It’s like three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg’s done

Yo, now you know the path I’m on
You think you’re strong, see if you can travel on
Cause only the weak, will try to speak
Those who are quiet, will always cause riots
There’s three types of people in the world
Those who don’t know what happened
Those who wonder what happened
And people like us from the streets that make things happen!