Smif-N-Wessun - “Hellucination”

[Emcee(s): Tek and Steele]

[Producer(s): DJ Evil Dee]

[Sample 1 (Multiple Elements): Minnie Riperton - “Only When I’m Dreaming” (2:19)]

[Sample 2 (Drums): The Whatnauts - “Why Can’t People Be Colors Too?” (3:47)]

[Intro: Ruck, Starang Wondah]

Everything cool, maybe

It's all about, you know, two pieces

Two pieces with biscuits, no motherfuckin' coleslaw

No mashed potatoes, knowhatimsayin?

Fuck all that shit

Yo

Yo!

YOW!

[Verse 1: Tek and Steele]

Sitting on the toilet, shitting, puffing the dough

Strobe light effect, everything’s moving slow

Slip into a deep zone, the sound of the phone bring me home

Stagger to my feet and motion toward the phone

Ayyo, Rippa, what up, nigga? Check out this proposition

There’s money to bait, and I’m in the mood to go fishing

Whatever, nigga. Give me time to wash my ass

My hand been itching all day, fiending for the cash. Do what you

Gotta do ‘cause I’m on my way in the car

‘Cause when I get there, yo, we audi like tomorrow. Right

Right, easy. Now I’m off to the south

To get more info on this dough I heard about

Gotta make sure everything’s secure, can’t

Let me and my man let these Grants slip past our hands

The man’s out heavy today

I hope they don’t try to get in the way of our pay

Damn. Already high noon, the man’s out

Gotta take a quick shower, get dressed, and bounce

Grabbed the fatigues, strapped on the generals

Proper attire for all criminals

Blazed up the clip, loads up the four-fifth

If a bwoy riff, leave a body, dem stiff

Who the man there gwan rap ‘pon my door?

Disturb me at work. Only loaded up four. Ayyo

It’s me. Who that? S-T. What up, G?

Aight, hold up, son. Let me put it back on safety

Ayyo, kid, it smells like fresh grown cess

Let’s twist up some trees ‘fore we jet

True. You know we keep a fat sack of sensi

Even though you know it make our pockets go empty

Well, all that’s about to be solved in a few minutes

So whenever we finish, we gon’ bag up this spinach

Easier said than done. Peep the 4-1-1

The dread around the corner just tried to blast Ruck and dun

I knew it. Bad vibes flowing like fluid

Forget about the dough. Let’s do this

I see you already strapped, pa

So I’ll meet you outside ‘cause my gat’s back in the car

How far must one go before I throw

His whole entire life right out the window

[Interlude 1: Smif-N-Wessun]

Tek: Yeah, yo, whatever

Steele: Yo, kid

Tek: We gotta step all up in this. Now or never, dun

Steele: Niggas don’t recognize, son. We gotta bring it to ‘em, kid

Tek: No doubt we gotta bring it to ‘em

Steele: Whatever, man. Bad vibes is definitely in the air, kid

Tek: Yeah

Steele: We gotta let ‘em, nigga, know what time it is

Tek: Let ‘em know?

Steele: It can’t happen like that. We’re strong

Tek: Let ‘em know, aight

Steele: For real, son

Tek: I’ma let ‘em know

[Verse 2: Tek and Steele]

Him a dead bwoy and him don’t even know

Yo, he looks like the dread that hooked us up on the low

What you say, fly? Thinking out loud just caught me in the zone

I’ll tell you all about it on the way home

Whatever. I’ma send this nigga to his essence

He’s fucking with the family, know he gotta learn a lesson

And you know he ain’t even yardie, right?

Some bwoy gwan get dead tonight

As we strap on the gloves, feel the buzz from the cannabis

Niggas ‘bout to get scandalous

[Interlude 2: Smif-N-Wessun]

Steele: Ayyo!

Tek: Sup?

Steele: Ayyo, ayyo, that’s that nigga right there, right?!?

Tek: Where, where?!?

Steele: Right up there, right by the store!

Tek: Yeah, that’s his bitch-ass!

Steele: Let that nigga have it, kid! (*Gunshots*) Hahaha, get him! Ah yeah, son. Ah, that’s what I’m talking ‘bout, boy. Ayyo, what the fuck, what the fuck?!?

[Verse 3: Steele and Tek]

Gotta be gone on the double

I think I seen ‘em all tumble

But, on the left, there’s trouble (What?!?)

Undercover had this build staked out (Oh shiat!), Watchin' the whole thing go down yo, it’s time to break out (Come on, son!)

The four-fifth as I shift and drive

‘Cause every man here might not leave alive

Son, why you stallin'? Hop on the ball and

Get us outta here 'fore we be the next fallen

Right now, this whole shit is bugged, we the thugs

Yet the beast coming up, showin' niggas love

Took our burners, gave a dap, let us bounce

Now it’s back to the Dog House to smoke the next ounce

[Interlude 3: Smif-N-Wessun]

Tek: Yeah! Haha! Yo, yo, chill over there. These killers are on the set, man! Why you wilding, son? Murdered and shot. Yo, son, that shit is bugged on the real, son

Steele: Yo, where the Owls? Let me twist something up real quick. Haha

[Verse 4: Steele and Tek]

Who could believe the beast left us alone?

And took the chrome that sent one of our own back home?

And not only that kid

Check how money that we just did was that connect for the cash

Them pigs must have had tips for the stash

Now ain’t that some shit for your ass?

Truth say, I never liked his pretty ass anyway

But that shit with the pigs cold made my day

Gave me a whole new outlook on the beast

Even watch for them ones so-called the beast

But, anyway, you know we high right now

Doing it like this, thee original crook style

[Outro: Smif-N-Wessun]

Steele: Original crooks. Recognize. Word up. Anything goes. Anything goes. Yo!

Tek: Two times! Two times for that ass. Like this and like that. Smif-N-Wessun, Duck Down, Heltah Skeltah, Originoo Gunn Clappaz in the house