Hide Ya Face

Yeah, nothin' but fly beats runnin' float
Around here and shit, about to pop off all
(From outta the robes to the new world)
It's about to pop off
(Ghostface and Lazer Face and you never this shit before)

Hideyaface, yo I told y'all niggaz it's about to pop
(Hideyaface)
Here we go, come on man, New York, we got y'all niggaz up top
(Fuck this, hideyaface)
Hold me down, Brooklyn

Yo, this is Ghostface, Theodore, I'm magically suspicious
Police try to get money and sell my pictures
To the star ledger
(Tell 'em)
Enquirin' minds wanna know
How Pretty Tone get robes as soft as snow

Where the bird go? That shit flew south for the winter
Why my piece hold the face, the size of plates at dinner
Was Masquerade a true story? What happened to the Clan?
Did I really dodge death? Am I true Ironman?

Yo, this is Lazer Face, El Produnctive funk, plus you'll dance this
I leg sweepin', runnin' man stance, with my commandment
Spit that, hardly arty, semi retarded and grawnny
Ungodly stoppin' me, put holes in your body heat

Bang, avoid your imminent, fuck with coat hanger
That lick off of the set of altercation without anger
Was that the shit you running with? Equip this with a pair of scissors
Cook coke with a Brooklyn word poet with Tony, the Iron Wizard

You be lyin' to the fans on your tape
(Hideyaface)
'Cause radio don't play you, doesn't mean that you great
Baby, less talk and shit in my face
(Hideyaface)

Muthafucka, we hold the legendary breath that we take
You ridin' dirty when your man, had the plates
(Hideyaface)
Wear your seat belt and make sure to keep it light on the brakes

You been crafted by the United States
(Hideyaface)
You wind up gunnin' out a chopper, another man and his hate
Oh break
(Hideyaface)

Oh shit, when the beat gon' drop?
Fuck it, I'm gonna get big money, here we go nigga

Embarrassed her, bastard bet, the calamity, rap knowledge
Or fever, a monk liquids stickin' ya character
Plannin' obituaries with a crayon scepter
Last of the unforgiven, spittin' insanity lectures

From where, from the era of the Dapper Dan texture
I'm fully pullin' on loosey nukie, from the BK sector
Oh, was that the shit you runnin' with?
Yeah, bitch with a broken caraproder
The eyes on both of the male room supervisor of my last job

Aiyo, it's Tony Starks, the Wallabee clarks, the fly minks
The first nigga to pop them yellow bottles for drinks
Big links, only built for D. Coles, I peep hoes
You goddamn right, I fuck fans and get G. robes

And spinach, bread like the Pillsbury dough
I got a red nose pick with the high pro glow
My hydro flow? I got it locked, but y'all don't know
Watch when your enterprise go public and Starks just blow

You be lyin' to the fans on your tape
(Hideyaface)
'Cause radio don't play you, doesn't mean that you great
Baby, less talk and shit in my face
(Hideyaface)

Muthafucka, we hold the legendary breath that we take
You ridin' dirty when your man, had the plates
(Hideyaface)
Wear your seat belt and make sure to keep it light on the brakes

You been crafted by the United States
(Hideyaface)
You wind up gunnin' out a chopper, another man and his hate
Oh break
(Hideyaface)