Right On
    (专辑: The Platform - 2000)
    
    [J-Ro]  Back in the 
days, my pops said "Right on"  (Right on, right on)  All the 
street poets in the 
house, write on  (Write on, write on)  Black people, right on, right one  (Right on, right on)  All my niggas rollin Chevy's on deep-dish chrome, ride on ride on  (Ride on, ride on)   I 
still rock the 
party till the 
needle starts skippin  I'm trippin like Pippen, Spice Rum sippin  We're mentally fastest, head of all our classes  You couldn't pass us wit a 
rocket like NASA  We all up in the 
house like cocky-roaches  Snatchin MC's out the 
game like hockey coaches  Fuck it, I'll break you down like a 
bucket  I 
like the 
bass hittin like a ? 
 Close Encounters of the 
Likwit Kind  I'm sick wit mine, writin rhymes on picket signs  It's the 
J-R-O, you didn't know?  Goin off in your face like a 
dirty pist-ol  You in the 
house of brews, crime scenes wit no clues  You walkin home bruised, confused wit no shoes  YOU LOSE! Cuz you got the 
Dilated blues  Here's some news, my DJ rock the 
mic and the 
one's and two's  And I'm out   [E-Swift]  And I'm in  My words are like swords cuttin the 
paper wit the 
pen  Yo, Dilated could never be Annihilated  I 
waited two albums too long , 
somebody violated  We migrated to global positioning  All the 
DJ's listenin, Babu mixin it  *Babu Cut* "E-Swift" Yeah, the 
man, the 
myth  I 
pass the 
mic to Evidence for the 
assist  Then I'm ooouuut   [Evidence]  And I'm in  My Appetite For Destruction will eat you up for dinn  Yo only one meal, get sliced to four courses  I'd take me serious, collect your man and forces  I 
strictly run off select input  Played yourself, don't have to shoot you in the 
foot  Cuz you stepped outta bounds without making your rounds  Now you come to my town  Ask Rak (Yo you On Deadly Ground)  These last four bars, I'ma heal all my scars  I'm a 
underground cat but still like money and cars  A 
Cali classic, that's my word, and my word's my bond  Dilated Peoples, Alkaholiks, this joint's Right On   [Tash]  My homie King T 
told me "Big Tash, right on"  So I'ma (right on, right on)  To all my forty-downin homies in the 
house tonight  (Right on, right on)  To all the 
sexy-ass ladies if you feelin alright  (Right on, right on)  To my Dilated homies that be rippin the 
mic  (Right on, right on)   [J-Ro]  Whether you writin or ridin, right on  Fresh MC's must write on  Even if you skateboardin, ride on  Some of these freestylers need to write on like my homie Tash   [Tash]  I 
got my write on late at night  Burst a 
verse until they flow right  My rhymes be action-packed, I 
wrote these lyrics to a 
strobe light  I'm Tashy, the 
flashy nigga jumpin out that fast shit  Your rhymes won't impress me if you said em doin backflips  I 
crack whips on phones, blow smoke out nose  Niggas peepin out the 
style, hoes peepin the 
clothes  A 
million flows off the 
slang, bizz-a-pow, bizz-a-bang  Likwit crew is in this bitch, my click be off the 
chain  Rap off the 
plane while crackin champagne  Tash for president, you know my campaign  First things first to get ya'll niggas off the 
street  You get twenty-five years if you part wit wack beats  You coulda came to Ev, you coulda came to Swift  That's why we escalatin while ya'll niggas need a 
lift  So give me two secs while I 
crack this Beck's  And once I 
drop the 
mic, my nigga Rak is up next  And I'm out   [Iriscience]  And I'm in  I 
pick it up for everybody in the 
house that spins  My name is Rakaa, innovator of rhyme communication  Wit Data like Star Trek: The 
Next Generation  It's Dilation, fan appreciation  Connected nationwide, worldwide Likwidation  Cali hard-hitters, we bump like car fenders  (It's all chips) We only get boo's from bartenders  Better be sure, aim high, we top gunnin  When we touch down, we hit the 
ground runnin  Feds pull strings and watch me like Truman  But I 
can't front, I 
Love L.A. like Randy Newman   [J-Ro]  To all the 
homies locked up writin home, write on c'mon  (Write on, write on)  Grafiti artists around the 
world, write on c'mon  (Write on, write on)  To niggas rollin on Katanas, quickly ride on c'mon  (Ride on, ride on)  To all the 
women out there raisin kids alone  Right on (right on) right on (right on)  Yeah!   "Broadcastin live from Southern California" [E-Swift]  Where we at?  "Broadcastin live from Southern California" [Cut up by Babs]   Dilated Peoples  "Represent wit Tha Liks"