Same As It Ever Was

I used to kick it with the thugs, pushin' drugs in the park
Makin' every mark that was out after dark
Stick 'em for their loot, cut em up then i'd dash
And when i had to shoot, i'd nutted up for the cash
Ran down the block with my 45 glock
Capped off a round, everybody hit the ground
The next thing i heard was a siren
Couldn't turn around, money grip kept firin'
Runnin' for the ride, i can't go inside
I'd rather that i died, i got too much pride
I guess it's just somethin' that you can't understand
My gun's in my hand, tell me who's the man?

Chorus (x4)
Who's the man with the master plan?
Who's the man? who's the man?

I used to sell ya yo back in the day-o
Ran with the gang, had all the homie's slang
Grams to the quarters, i'm takin' all the orders
Makin' all the runs, rakin' in the funds
I always got my gun, it's the old six-shooter
King of the neighborhood, crazy white peckerwood
Now people thinkin' danny lost his mind
It must've been from all the wine man and all the hardtimes
Like chillin' in the park in the dark with the crew
I'm always gettin' high, i saw my man die
Now i got the work and the dough, 25 grand and a 5 keys of blow
I gotta' relocate and start all over
But watch it blow up like a supernova
I keep my game in tight and follow the plan
My gun's in my hand, tell me who's the man?

Chorus (x4)

I got myself locked down in the pen
I ain't got a friend, so here i go again
I gotta' get my props up and earn my respect
Gotta' shake someone up or throw 'em off the top deck
My time's runnin' out, i gotta' spill some blood
If i don't do it quick, shit, my name'll be mud
So i pick out a hardrock and rush him in his cell
Beat his ass down and then say that he fell
And if i gotta' do him, screw him, the convict's dead
I'll stab him in the chest, just another
Of the cell block know that i'm nobody's ho
My shanks in my hand so tell me who's the man?

Chorus (x4)

Smokin' up an l
Might kill a brain cell
But i might as well
I'm on a highway to hell
Sometimes i feel doomed,
Totally consumed
By an eerie feelin'
I hear pigs squealin'
Soldiers of fortune
Are torchin' huts
The girls on them tvs
Are shakin' their butts
I'm hyperventilatin'
I might be hallucinatin'
Yo i got a chill
I'm feelin' sort of ill
I'm goin' mad
But aren't ya glad
Ya used dial
I'm goin out like style

Chorus

Uh and ya don't quit
Yeah, keep it comin'
And ya don't stop
They say
Uh and ya don't quit

I got complexes
Ya can't figure out
My dad said
"he's a bum, kick the nigger out"
My head's fucked up
But i lucked up
And got a hit record
Now i'm well respected
I can go places i never went before
I still dress the same
So it must be my name
I can't deal
With who's real and who's not
Who treated me the same
When my record wasn't hot
They said i couldn't eat too
So i put my cake down
I think i'm having a breakdown

Chorus

It's not paranoia
I got something for ya
It's made of chrome
And it'll burst you dome
No joke my gun'll
Blow a fuckin' tunnel
Right through your body
Free john gotti
I'll leave with your hotty
And i'll take her home
Lay her down on her back
And i'll make her moan

Chorus

Uh and ya don't quit
Yeah, keep me cummin'
And ya don't stop
Soul assasins and ya don't stop
Funkdoobie and ya don't stop
Cypress hill and ya don't stop
House of pain and ya don't stop
Soul assasins and ya don't stop

chorus 1
On and just on, and (x10)

I'm a swing it
Wach me bring to the next level
To grab denevel's
Getting funky like the devil
Brothers from the bijou
So why you wanna trip
Just play the side lines
Kid, and wait for me to slip
Cause i can feel it in the ait tonight
But yo i'm not phil collins
Or, unlike henry rollins
Cause i'm search and destroy
You wanna toy wit the plot
Tryin to get what i got
You might get- shot
Hot damn manna's son
Ya got ebonics
They teach ya how to write
I'm writing like i'm hooked on phonics
Mother goose aint got shit on me
Cause i'll get loose at the jam
And wreck the whole party
I make 'em jump and mosh
Oh my gosh
Just slammin in the pit
While i'm kickin my shit
They buggin in the isles
Cause i got madd styles
And aint a damn thing funny
I get money in piles
Some poeple thought i'd die
Thats just a rumour, though
Others thought i'd follow up
But now i'm numero-
Uno, dos, not quatro
Word to kool keith
I'm a break up ya teeth

When i die, bury me (me)
Hang my balls on the cherry tree (tree)
Let them git ripe
Then take a bite
And if they don't taste right
Then dont blame d

You need to quit swingin,
The styles that i'm bringin
The funk knuckled dragon
Who gits on the wagon
I'm not the 12 stepper
Dont play me like a leper
My mike sounds nice
But it's not salt and pepper

Well it's the man
With the plan
To get all your skins
The tip on my dick
Is where the line begins
Wit all those former lines
Take off that swine
I'll git your ass butt-naked
Lets see if you can take it
Cause i'll make you feel
Like a natural woman
Cause i keep it comin
I'm the everlastin'
Free style assasin
With soul in my goal
Is to bring a little passion
To your girl's life
Like the daily soaps
Throw down on the bed
And tie her up with ropes

Chorus 2
The lyrics keep on and just on and
The lyrics keep on and just on and
The lyrics keep on and just on and
On and just on and on and just on and (x2)

Chorus 1

I'm just another ranger with the derry face
Punk motherfucker in the prime of my race
You need step back, kid
And give me some space
And rock the cold shot
At the party
When i'm rockin the place
Danny boy's arrivin
With the standar 65
In the heft dont laugh kid
The graft is survivin
The out law bike
With my bitch thats on the
Highway to hell
Cause i never tell

Well it's the funk back breaker
Weeded up like jamaica
Dont bring your woman to the party
Cause i'll taker
Hit the deck
Cause i'm down wit the hoolies
I got a trunk
Full of funk
Like the groovey doolies
I'm not the man
Brotha asked who was he
Quik's got the hair do
Just like ruth buzzy
Runnin' round
Like you been to jail, son
But ya hit the swatly
To get your hair and your nails done
Get off my sack
Cause your shit is wack
Ya diss me
And i'm a diss you back

Chorus 1 (x2)

Straight out the casket, rising up
Open up your eyes, can't you see me
What the fuck is this madness
Pick up my bones
Erase my name from off the tombstones
Alive and kicking
Breathin' the air
Call out my name punk
And i'll be there
No question
My suggestion to the action
Caught smack dab in the middle of the blastin'
Messin with me
You're messin' with the best
Bleow, you're takin' to shots to the chest

'cause i'm back from the dead
Everlast's comin' back from the dead[back from the dead]
You know i'm back from the dead
And i'll put a friggin' hole in your head
Back from the dead
Back from the dead

You can't disrespect it
I'm the resurrected
Back from the dead
Just to mess with your head
I'll stress what i said
But i won't repeat it
If you've got a cold, starve it
If you've got a fever, feed it
And if you can't feed it
Then why not blow
You might be positive
And not even know
I rock the hardcore
From the floor to the ceilin'
I give sexual healin'
I'll get your girlie squealin'
Like a pig
My grave's somethin' you can never dig
I'll rock a mausoleum
Backyard a colosseum

'cause i'm back from the dead
Everlast's comin' back from the dead[back from the dead]
You know i'm back from the dead
House of pain's in effect, 'nuff said

Skip the autopsy
'cause i never o.d.'d
I only puff boom kid
I never get skeed
I don't sniff or shoot up
Rip i'll stick my boot up
Your ass quick fast
Everlast don't jive
Just like pearl jam
I'm still alive[sample of "rumors" by timex social club]
Spreadin' like tumors
Gossip and lies
Exaggerated reports of my demise
And if you believed 'em
Well then you got gassed
The media deceived em'
Just like in the past

'cause i'm back from the dead
Everlast's comin' back from the dead[back from the dead]
You know i'm back from the dead
And i'll put a friggin' hole in your head
Back from the dead
Back from the dead

Like steven segal
I'm hard to kill
And like g.g. allen
I'm crazy ill
I'll beat ya down with my mic
Kick your ass with my nike
Bust ya in the eye
If ya tell another lie
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Thinkin' i'm dead
You must be smokin' dust
Come see me bust in the flesh
It's a must

'cause i'm back from the dead
Everlast's comin' back from the dead[back from the dead]
You know i'm back from the dead
House of pain's in effect, 'nuff said
Back from the dead(fade)

Uh shoot 'em all baby
Just call it in one time for me real heavy
Back in black
Who's the mack
Sittin' on the back
Of a cadillac
It's the d motherfucker
Better pass me the mic
So i can rock on
And drop the styles i write
I like hip-hop
Ya don't stop
And all that
I rock the freak styles
And neat styles
That are crazy phat,
It's making me sick
Punk get off my dick

Chorus
'cause i'm the same motherfucker
That i ever was
Same motherfucker
But i can't pay attention
'cause i'm on that dust

My head's not swell
Kid i'm not gell
Don't feed me soup
Just give me the funky loop
I'll rock it to the best of my ability
Runnin' mad styles and showin' flexibility
'cause i'm the man that's on point
When i jam a funky joint
I want some other over there
Yo, i just don't care shit
Pass the mic
Then i'm gonna' tear shit
Up like a peice of paper
Your girl caught the vapor
When i ran the caper
I ain't rearranged
So don't look strange
I'm the same motherfucker
Ain't a damn thing changed

Chorus

'cause i'm hard like stone
Don't play me soft
And i rock rhymes frequently
I drop it off and
I'm off in space
I remember your face
But don't remember your name
'cause it's all the same
As it ever was
That's what it is money grip
Don't trip
Or i'm gonna' bust that lip

Chorus

Bustin', flippin', skippin',
Just like a stone on a river
Ya know i'm gonna' give her
Whole lotta' flavor
Criminal behavior
Used to be how i made it
But that shit's over rated
Now i rock rhymes over funky beats
I fuck fine hookers between satin sheets
They say money changes people
But i won't 'cause
I'm the same motherfucker that i ever was

Chorus

And ya don't quit
'cause i'm on that dust
Soul assasins are on that dust[ha ha...]
My man j. disco is on that dust
Cypress hill is on that dust
Funkdoobiest is on that dust

(uh)

Chorus

Word is bond
Pop pop pop pop
Grab your chest
Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole (x4)


I break it off
Like a kit-kat
Casue ya cant git that
Worth while style
Underground sound
So now your frontin
Tryin to fake it
Complain ya never make it
And pretty soon you're open butt naked
So your ass starts to rob and steel
Madd jealous cause my shit's got mass appeal
And now i'm rhymin wit diamond d
With some brand new shit for the year of '93
I got a loop on my crate
And i'm duckin
The way i'm rhymin on the break
Till the brothers, fuck it
Ya know i got the funky sound
Ya still up un the air
Cause last year i said jump around
I'm rollin thick
So i know you see me
I got mad little white kids,
Wishin' they could be me
So dont step up cause i'm a come out blastin'
You just a quickie
Punk, i'm everlastin

Chorus

Now let me hear my man( my man, my man, my man)

Yo it's diamond d
The psycotic, narrotic
Pizza idiotic
Smoke 'em
Boom thats exotic
With my man everlastin'
Brotha's be askin me
For the fee
Kid, my name aint sebastion
Give 'em my mom's demo tapes
Foam'n at the mouth
Dreamin of makin papes
I know your thirsty
Lord have mercy
I got ten acts
And ya want to be the first, g
Come on, dad
Let me breathe yeah
Dont be the lint ball on my sleeve
Wanna be down and diggin wit the crates
Have dough in the pocket
And sleep way past 8
I know the feelin
Ya wanna be the one weelin and dealin
But your shit aint appealin
So make haste
I'll stick it to a like paste
Dont sleep
I got the 9 on my waist

Chorus

I lick shots for the soul assasins
I lick shots fot the diamond d
I lick shots for the everlastin
And i lick shots for the d-i-t-c
Yo i'm more respected
My neck's protected
So dont get started
Just disregard it
Cause i'm retarted
With an agrial stubin
When i see a bootleg
I take my record and dupe it
Scoop it
Just like a news reporter
I'm causin disorder
Because i'm sorta'
Sick of loosin money
When i work so hard
So if i catch ya bootleggin
I'm a pull your card

Chorus