Lockjaw

(Your silence is my trade)
Lockjaw (shut up) (your silence is my trade)
Givin' MCs lockjaw (shut up) (your silence is my trade)
Lockjaw (shut up) (your silence is my trade)
I'm givin' MCs lockjaw (shut up) (your silence is my trade)

Here we go, oh, no
Another flow show from the young black dynamo
Lockin' up jaws, the MCs pause, no lyrical flaws
Hush, when the boss is talkin'
Lay down gats and get your weak knees walkin'
You ain't allowed to speak 'cause you've reached your peak
The elite don't get with the weak
Shut up 'cause I'm burnin' this cut up
Boy, don't try to run up

'Cause I chop up crops a weak hip-hop boy
Tried to jock my spot and he flopped
He went down to the concrete ground
I'm a hound when I get down
And I'm back, the mack with a lyrical knack
To pack sacks and never pay tax
And when I leave they diss me
Knowin' they can never get with me
But he who laughs last gets the most cash
And lives the blast past of rap trash
Gone left ya, son
Gimme a call when you're done
Your silence is my trade, shut up
(Your silence is my trade)

Lockjaw (shut up) (your silence is my trade)
Givin' MCs lockjaw (shut up) (your silence is my trade)
Lockjaw (shut up) (your silence is my trade)
Givin' MCs lockjaw (shut up) (your silence is my trade)

Run, run, run, your time is done, son
Move out for the well hung young one
And I'm rackin' up stacks of greenbacks
Dead presidents, black
Peace to my fans and I love ya
And I got yo cover 'cause I'm back to please 
And cool off the hot MCs
'Cause they're runnin' around like ants, tryin' to grab their pants
That shit don't make you dance
What's this beat doin'? Leavin' your posse ruined

Stuck my fist in his mouth
Caught him on a whole shout
No pity on the lyrically weak
Face defeat, retreat but don't speak
'Cause I ain't through, fool
And you ain't true to the mix rules
You try to flow so you go for what you know
But yo, bro, you ain't the flow pro

Oh, I can't go slow
Gotta grow 'cause I want to get mo' dough
Full blown, bad to the bone 
And known to get it on with a microphone, homes
Leave my throne alone
I've been to the low zone
Your silence is my trade, shut up
(Your silence is my trade)

Lockjaw (shut up) (your silence is my trade)
Givin' MCs lockjaw (shut up) (your silence is my trade)
Lockjaw (shut up) (your silence is my trade)
Givin' MCs lockjaw (shut up) (your silence is my trade)

Come on, punish
Punish

Your host on the coast is known to boast
And roast most that chose to get close
Put 'em in a lyrical knot
My spot, the number one slot
But I gotta have beats when I lyrically defeat the weak
That try to compete, get 'em up, if you want to go head-up
What up? Do as I instruct, black
'Cause my gat is jack-backed and lookin' at your baseball hat
I roll over that mess you stole
And took control and then broke the mold

Now here I stand, boss man
The northwest tip is where I am
And I'm runnin' this work like dope
Shippin' it in planes, trains and boats
Up the charts I go
Steppin' on toes and throwin' low bolos
My group is large, and hard
No need for a bodyguard
We flex, rippin' off MCs' necks
Run 'em into critical's pecs
Your silence is my trade, shut up

Lockjaw (your silence is my trade)
Givin' MCs lockjaw (your silence is my trade)
Lockjaw (your silence is my trade)
Givin' MCs lockjaw (your silence is my trade)

Come on, punish
Punish 'em
Punish
Punish 'em

Lockjaw 
Givin' MCs lockjaw 
Lockjaw 
Givin' MCs lockjaw 
Lockjaw, shh