Hiding Place

Where you gonna hide? Rapper Where you gonna hide? Dilla Dog, Jay Dee Where you gonna hide? Elzhi Where you gonna hide? Phonte Another little brother presentation Sending this out across the nation I'm a hell of a problem, nobody has the answer Pooh be spreading out, like a body of cancer My stanza, get it going like a car, (vroom) Usher in the new era, like this y'all (this y'all) I'm raw strip down, no minerals A distilled emcee, no chemicals No subliminals A smooth criminal before the rape charge I, shake and bake, bring terror to your squad My, peers ferocious I'm so focusing I pray to God that the world knows this No one exposes flaws in your scheme dog Me and Dilla go hard, my Lord You don't want know problems (problems) I'm a nigga that'll solve 'em (solve 'em) Without a doubt, ya I'm in the booth, cold knockin niggas out Tell my tales by word of mouth Ya, you know me HookWhere you gonna hide? When the sun goes down, and the lights in the city get low Where you gonna hide? When your peeps ain't around, and there ain't no place to go Where you gonna hide? When the hood starts watchin, and the boys got they eye on your safe Where you gonna hide? Ain't nowhere to run, and there ain't no hiding place Don't compare me to jokes I'll strangle the air in your throat Like you jump from a chair and choke In mid-air from a rope Got a big gun and carry a scope The flair of the smoke Keep niggas quiet like words that librarians spoke I'm arrogant, outlandish Blow your face out, and shake out the dandruff The jakes won't make out the handprints I'm as real as it gets, with the steel and the clips Bark and make niggas duck, and kneel and do splits It gets no realer than this Its Tay and Elzhi dropping that definitive shit This should have been a double album commemorative disc Cause hip-hop might need us And in your town, no telling where you might see us My whole team coming through in tees and wife beaters Out, doin their damn thing like beavers Yo, its P to the H-O, I finish the job Plus my Dominican Broad Making me chili con queso Work and plan a perfect verse Then burst like a person That jerked from a circus cannon Then landed to the earth Its me on the song, featured your fleet Breathing is strong It's a gypsy reading a palm With a drawn heater Never gone of the wrong reefer A bong chief, of the don ballest As long as the bronze is bronze sneakers Got ways of a thuggie, thinking I won't come and get you Dressed like a gun with pistols, and AK's in a bundle And Tay is blazing it lovely, cause I'm one with the game So I sat back, chilled, dropped Foreign Exchange And a lot of rap niggas got lost Heard Phontigga carrying tunes and assumed he don got soft They didn't understand it was my next direction So I'm playing postman and addressing questions Like, yes I'm still a LB, no I'm not leaving No I don't eat meat, but yes I'm still beefin But all these wack niggas putting records out This is all live nigga, check it out Lb, S bill a fam on a mission And I ain't worried about people biting "Minstrel Show" They still teething on "The Listening" Where you gonna hide? When the sun goes down, and the lights in the city get low Where you gonna hide? When your peeps ain't around, and there ain't no place to go Where you gonna hide? When the hood starts watchin, and the boys got they eyes on your safe Where you gonna hide? Ain't nowhere to run, and there ain't no hiding place