Released on June 15, 2004

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[Intro: Poison Pen]

Ike P. Cvees. This shit’s called “No Dancing”


[Verse 1: Ike P]

Acknowledge the brolic middle polished on instrumentals

My watchers get spots, so I’m not rocking a presidential

But jaws can get yapped, so watch the shit you get into

‘Cause you’re fucking with the wrong one—you’re finished in the long run

[?] only had one son, but I walk the streets like an army

As if I’m holding heat inside of the army

But you wouldn’t find none of that on me

Just ten knuckles, two feet, and maybe a box cutter to get some blood on me

I take my hostility out on a corny

So if you looking for a profitable prospect, you got an employee

Cvees, the convoy of the century

Who ordered the industry whip, like threatening lyrics, then get at an enemy

Spitting with enormous energy. A timeless classic, you rhymeless bastard

I stay designing a smash hit

I could get out of line mad quick and just bash it (Yeah!)

With an aluminum bat—I’m the case out the basket, fucker


[Hook: Ike P]

This ain’t a dance record

This the type of shit to put you and your man in a trance so wanna act reckless

Please understand we can spaz at any second

We don’t give a damn, leave you on the land breathless

You need to take heed to the message

Before it gets worse than words, all you herds will get disrespected

Bust rains with insane methods

Nut stains that get top in the range—all the gods intrepid


[Verse 2: Ike P]

I can’t refrain from explaining the facts—it’s just that

Nowadays, I really can’t trust rap

At first, I did it for the love and that’s just in my pockets, thought it was fine

Can’t rhyme while my stomach’s touching my spine

But now I’m spitting for them heavy duckers

Fuck that other shit cats is kicking—in time, I’ll have ‘em kicking a bucket

Kid, I did shows for limited budgets

One still is one nigga that mad niggas out there can’t even fuck with

So let the truth be told—I’m living proof for the youth and the old

I’m like a warm feeling that shoots through your soul

But I’m not talking about emotions

I’m more like some hot, flying objects piercing through your body from the shottie smoking

The flow’s got your hottie noses open

Put the blows on a brother’s skull with raps ‘til their scalp opens

My heart is cold like I’m in the outs with my coat open

The dope cobra, shock you with pokes at a high voltage


[Hook: Ike P]

This ain’t a dance record

This the type of shit to put you and your man in a trance so wanna act reckless

Please understand we can spaz at any second

We don’t give a damn, leave you on the land breathless

You need to take heed to the message

Before it gets worse than words, all you herds will get disrespected

Bust rains with insane methods

Nut stains that get top in the range


[Verse 3: Ike P]

Back in the days, I was on some shit when I spit

But once the new millennium hit, my brain cells switched to Pentium chips

Not only ahead of my time, but ahead of myself

With every rhyme, I have no choice but to better myself

My voice with music-blended brethren is bedlam

‘Cause you’re listening to a style that’s relentless—every sentence is redrum

Can’t fuck with pigeons out for my breadcrumbs

Unless they running for president—other than that, they don’t get the dead ones

And that’s word on the heads of my sons

I gotta be one of the hottest niggas in Harlem that’s swift with the tongue

You turn bitch like I’m gripping a gun

Barrel in the palm, ‘bout to do some harm to your cranium, dun

I’m the one to blame for the drama—my momma calls me her prodigal son

A product of the diabolical slums

That’s why the fool’ll have you wiring gums—from getting jacked in the jaw

Moses split the seas—I split emcees into four


[Hook: Ike P]

This ain’t a dance record

This the type of shit to put you and your man in a trance so wanna act reckless

Please understand we can spaz at any second

We don’t give a damn, leave you on the land breathless

You need to take heed to the message

Before it gets worse than words, all you herds will get disrespected

Bust rains with insane methods

Nut stains that get top in the range