We Got Some Nonbelievers
    (专辑: Judgement Day - 1992)
    
    Look up in the 
sky,  It's a 
crow!  It's a 
bat!  No, it's super nigger!  Confused, some say I 
can't lose,  All a 
brotha ever hear is bad point of views,  Try to hold me back jack, breaking the 
chain of pain,  'cause the 
rhythm be bumping like a 
migrane.  Never knew I 
really had a 
clue about fiction or fact,  But I 
got it like that.  From dawn till dusk, you might see me bust,  A 
brain or two, I 
make it entertaining you.  Commercial, universal, don't matter,  Every one dies when my shotgun scatters.  When my heavy metal boot drops, the 
floor shakes,  I'm coming through like an earthquake.  You can't take or make or break me,  Can't shake me, don't try to fake me.  Many don't believe, I 
will achieve,  Like Ali Baba and the 
forty thieves.  I'ma get mine, you must be out ya mind,  'cause in the 
ninties, acid rap is about time.  We got some nonbelievers out there [2x]  Buck wild, and out on my island,  In your Alpine, I'm free stlying.  But I'm wicket, I'm wicket, I'm wicket so why don't you kick it?  To feel the 
force of a 
new breed, you might bleed.  Knocking niggas out like forty thieves,  Forty thieves in the 
tiempo, I 
go loco,  Nine milimeter point blank or a 
solo.  Devilish, but still hell of this,  Make you wanna not want to go the 
week you go home.  I'm mystified, I 
won't lie,  Some can't handle it so they die.  Boils and bubbles of trouble brewing what you doing?  Microphone massacre, MC's screwing around,  I 
don't waste time, for all the 
suckas,  I'll see you at the 
finish line.  Kick that shit!  From Lucifer, I 
give juice to ya,  Been rocking all my life so I'm used to ya.  I 
got wanna be carbon copies that bite,  Of pop rock suckas who dog the 
lime light.  But now you've been a 
witness,  The 
unholy strictly business.  For all the 
fools who test me, don't stress me,  Or the 
cops will have to come and arrest me,  For murder one, but I've just begun,  Grab a 
mic cord 'round your neck and scream Red Rum,  You'll be headless like Max Headdrom,  And I'm here to cause a 
little bedlam.  Magical, still tragical.  It all started out about a 
year ago.  Many try to stop me, and drop me,  Now they all wanna jock me.  The 
radios won't play me,  It don't faze me,  I'm no sell out baby!  And we still got some nonbelievers.