Testo Lockjaw Sir Mix-A-Lot

Lockjaw

{your silence is my trade}
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Givin mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Im givin mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}

Here we go! oh no,
Another flow show from the young black dynamo
Lockin up jaws, mcs pause -
No lyrical flaws
Hush, when the boss is talkin
Lay down gats and get your weak knees walkin
You aint allowed to speak cause youve reached your peak
The elite dont get with the weak
Shut up, cause Im burnin this cut up
Boy, dont try to run up
cause I chop up crops
A weak hip-hop boy tried to jock my spot and he flopped
He went down to the concrete ground
Im a hound when I get down
And Im back, the mack with a lyrical knack
To pack sacks and never pay tax
And when I leave they diss me
Knowin they can never get with me
But he who laughs last gets the most cash
And lives the blast past of rap trash
Gone! left ya, son
Gimme a call when youre done
Your silence is my trade, shut up!
{your silence is my trade}

2x:
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Givin mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}

Run, run, run, your time is done, son
Move out for the well-hung young one
And Im rackin up stacks of greenbacks -
Dead presidents, black!
Peace to my fans and I love ya
And I got yo cover
cause Im back to please
And cool off the hot mcs
cause theyre runnin around like ants, tryin to grab their pants
That shit dont make you dance!
Whats this beat doin?
Leavin your posse ruined
Stuck my fist in his mouth
Caught him on a whole shout
No pity on the lyrically weak
Face defeat, retreat, but dont speak
cause I aint through, fool
And you aint true to the mix rules!
You try to flow so you go for what you know
But yo, bro, you aint the flow pro
(ohh!) I cant go slow
Gotta grow cause I wanna get mo dough
Full blown, bad to the bone
And known to get it on with a microphone, homes
Leave my throne alone
Ive been to the low zone
Your silence is my trade, shut up!
{your silence is my trade}

2x:
Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}
Givin mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade}

Come on, punish!
Punish!

Your host on the coast is known to boast
And roast most that choose to get close
Put em in a lyrical knot
My spot: the #1 slot
But I gotta have beats
When I lyrically de-feat the weak that try to compete
Get em up, if you wanna go head-up
What up? do as I instruct, black
cause my gat is jack-backed
And lookin at your baseball hat
I rolled over that mess you stole
And took control, and then broke the mold!
Now here I stand, boss man
The northwest tip is where I am
And Im runnin this work like dope
Shippin it in planes, trains and boats
Up the charts I go
Steppin on toes and throwin low bolos
My group is large, and hard
No need for a bodyguard
We flex, rippin off mcs necks
Run em into criticals pecs
Your silence is my trade, shut up!

2x:
Lockjaw! {your silence is my trade}
Givin mcs lockjaw! {your silence is my trade}

Come on, punish!
Punish em!
Punish!
Punish em!

Lockjaw!
Givin mcs lockjaw!
Lockjaw!
Givin mcs lockjaw!
Lockjaw! shhh