Hellraiser
| Title | Hellraiser |
|---|---|
| Artist | The Beatnuts |
| Album | The Beatnuts: Street Level |
| Release Date | 1994-06-21 |
| Description | A song about the Beatnuts and their position in the music industry – fans, other groups (a dis from Juju to ATCQ) and label trouble. |
| Lyrics | [Intro] Este hermano esta enloquecido, amigo! [Scratched Intro] Try to play me close and get roast Damn, my ears are burning hot [Verse 1: Fashion] Damn my ears are burning hot I think I got faking the funk motherfucks up in my spot They know I'm gonna blow so they press up on The Kool I gets dissed like a fool when I'm gone So get out and leave me alone, close my door Gotta whisper cause I got some fucking ears on my floor They're trying to catch on to see who I'm giving the hood There it is square biz, don't take my kids [Psycho Les] All these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand And behind my back talk shit to the next man Click, bam, into your block You got beats, but stop - your shit is wack [Juju] Yeah, you better keep it subliminal Cause I don't play, some say my style's type criminal And we can get down, yo for real Yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker [Hook] Try to play me close and get roast, sucker Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers (Repeat x4) [Verse 2: Psycho Les] You see me and I see you But you still want to act like you don't see me, cool Years ago an A&R Dissed our fucking demos and said that shit was gar- -bage, you big-time bitch, blow me Your label's shit and you'll regret it in a moment Now you eat dilz, while I puff on the Phils And still, you can't comprehend your skills You might also like[Fashion] You remember the time, only after I performed Called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm But Blue, no matter what you do You can't trick this kid, too cool, I thought you knew, fool [Hook] [Verse 3: JuJu] Now I got you trapped, feeling weak and nervous Word up, cause I be strapped like the Secret Service The cops they run me down for the guns I be wielding I'll murder a force to get lost between buildings Time to go to war, to the raiser, now I'mma flip Ripping more niggas than an axe in a horror flick Doing mad crime, I remember the days well The demon inside of me had invited me to raise hell [Psycho Les] I don't want to have to snuff nobody I just drank my twenty-fifth coke with Bacardi Try to play me close and get roast, sucker Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers |