Somebody’s Gotta Do It

[Verse 1: Hostyle]

We're not maniacs, mainly pack poems to fuck up domes

Break microphones, stomp bones

Brought out your ass real fast, with the raw shit

In battles they forfeit

Mess around and all get done

With the one, two he fronting like you could do me something

My crew be hunting down ducks cause they rhyme sucks

See my style's outrageous

Listening to it, it gets contagious

Comes in all flavors

Cause demolition while switching my style

Search and found Screwball in town

You deep in denial

Get a salary for putting heads in the gallery

You've been exposed to travesty

Hostyle your majesty

Forgot about the MC's you thought was hot

Plus they soft like a twat

I bring panic like a gunshot

Damn right I'm repping out the QB section

Corner sinners pack weapons, somebody's gotta do it

Crime scene is a blood bath

Who cleans up the aftermath?

Huh, somebody's gotta do it

Slanging powders, makes the blood turn sour

So we yearn for this power, cause somebody's gotta do it

Critics don't pursue it

Just say "Screw it"

Too deep to get into it, somebody's gotta do it

I gots so much hate in my heart, it's killing me

I got my Squad jokin' 'bout niggas ain't feeling me

Kidding me, I'm the best pound for pound

One of the best around from the Boogie Down now

Fuck them toy soldiers tellin' war stories