Muses: "Backstabbers" by the O'Jays and "What More Can I Say?" by Jay
(Just a little something addressing the backstabbers out there
Since we've all dealt with/are dealing with our share
I'm the type to only rock a bulletproof vest backwards
'Cause enemies only attack me WHEN MY BACK'S TURNED
Word up...)
Don’t sell me shit like it’s sugar
That’ll get you picked like a booger
Or hit by my Tiger Woods club
Don’t sell me shallow like it’s deep
Don’t sell me wolf disguised as sheep
Or “borrow” disguised as “keep”
Don’t sell me false like it’s true
I’d rather you’re consistently an asshole
Than a “friend” fickle and fragile
And don’t sell me garbage like it’s gold
Or random lines and dots as coded Morse
Goldilocks, "your" porridge wouldn't be cold if it was YOURS..
Shorty, don’t get up in my face like you’re “feelin' me"
Then let more "heads" get between ya than there be on millipedes
And dude, don’t ask about my shorty “out of respect”
Then on the low try to second-guess me out of your neck
Don’t say you “my man”, ‘cause that’s backwards as hell
If when a woman enters the picture, it’s "every man for himself"
‘Cause if that’s how you roll, then soldier, homie, I’m good
But don’t be mad when I pull YOUR pudd’n just to show you I COULD..
You think you’re smooth enough to rinse your stink doo-doo like potty
porcelain
But I peep your moves when you don’t think Drew do; I got my
sources, “friend”
You'se the type jerk to move on my turf then claim you were “putting
me on”
A Raekwon Cuban Linx track 9 nigga
(Look in the song…)
I know your type; me and Betrayal go by first name basis
I tell you she’s wifey; you still flirt with the dame flagrant
But I “measure a man” like Clay Aiken
You're the “brother’s reaper” type, but this ain't Eden, shyte;
I'm “able” to slay Cain and
Even Jesus had a Judas disciple
But Drew's shit is, "Forgive him for he know not what he do is
foolish trifle..."
I'll "carry the cross" like Nas track two
As you claim how closely we hang then "cold be" ("Kobe") shading my
name like Shaq do
You got a lot of nerve to say you "my bredren" and "my man"
Maybe you got that "nerve" from the vertebrae you've severed in the
past
And the funniest thing about a back-stabbing dude
Is you're suprised when it happens to YOU
Now "watch your back", fool...
Don't sell your envy as adulation
The "LOVE" you wear is only "EVOL" backwards; that's a bad fashion
statement
Some cats ain't the cats them cats be claiming
Fake cats be masquerading as true cats like in "Cats" the Broadway
play and shit
Jealousy's a toxic dioxin like Agent Orange
And Smith ain't got nothing on the games he stay performing
But MY herbicide will boil you corns like Cajun crawfish
Aqua-Man, trick; your favorite artist's favorite artist
Stop PLAYING with me..
To whom it may concern,
Drucifer the Vile and Heartless
Who'll crucify you and smile at the carcass
That mortal couldn't stalk a mile in my darkness...
"It's a cold world, so niggas, guard your secrets
It's easy to get money, but it's hard to keep it..."
- Jadakiss
© 2003, Drew Anderson, all rights reserved.