No Nonsense - Nefertiti

Cease and seckle that nonsense

Cease and seckle that nonsense kid

Cease and seckle that nonsense

Cease and seckle that nonsense kid

I write rhymes, take it like catch my flight and carry-on

I drop bombs like your moms when she blowin up the spot

Damn why not? I get hot hot like fire

Slick like Shaft, nah me think about me retirin

I get deep, niggaz ain’t tryin to sleep

SO PEEP IT OUT

Suckers, just don’t get the picture

We’ll hit you up quick, and the crew is nuff sick

So stick to, stick to the point pass the blunt

cause chumps are ridin on the joint

Murderers they come in all shapes and sizes

Evil fools meet doom, as my crime booms loudest

How’s this, for wreckin shop, cause you should stop

Cease and seckle that nonsense

Cease and seckle that nonsense kid

Cease and seckle that nonsense

Cease and seckle that nonsense kid

I liberate your mind and what you find I climb inside

The bare facts is what’s attractin you to nap me Still plays like loops salute my troops of course I blow my horn

What you find is I’m blind to the fact I don’t

search or bluff so boy you’re BEST TO STEP BACK

Observe nerd, word is bond we are notorious

Got some suckers wishin that I wasn’t so serious

You can front for a while, like you ain’t with it though

But I’m deckin chumps quick, as if I was Riddick Bowe

From Brooklyn and peace to L.A., time to slay

Cause the weak-minded can’t find it Cease and seckle that nonsense kid

Cease and seckle that nonsense

Cease and seckle that nonsense kid

Cease and seckle that nonsense

What kid? You’re buggin; I think you need to taste real skill

Now you feel ill, and next is Nef’s dirll

In God I trust, I’m kickin up nuff dust so scream oh scream if you feel like screamin

Villains have no soul, you tamper with my seed to discover the truths of my inside’s black born

The, shit you kickin, I’m flippin cause you blow my mind

(AIYYO!) Still standin, demandin and consume my time

I can’t explain the stain on yo’brain

Why don’t you rattle your slave chain, take it to the shotgun range

My voice gets wet, so put me back up on the set

Check the script, cause kid you need to quit

Cease and seckle that nonsense kid

Cease and seckle that nonsense

Cease and seckle that nonsense kid

Cease and seckle that nonsense

Cease and seckle that nonsense kid

Cease and seckle that nonsense

Cease and seckle that nonsense kid

Cease and seckle that nonsense

In, ninety-three, that’s how it’s gonna be (*repeat 4X*)

Hmm, yeah

I wanna give a shout out to the Zulu Nation

(The Zulu Nation) The Zulu Nation

My homegirl Lyte and all those that paved the way

Oh what more can I say?

I, still dig through the rubble for that nigga named Trouble

But, I guess that’s how it goes

And my, peoples in L.A. (yeahhh)

Uhh, the folks in L.A. (Brooklyn)

Brooklyn’s in the house (yeahhh)

I said Brooklyn’s in the house

Peace out y’all, and check it out

Stop the nonsense