State Of Hip-Hop vs. Xzibit lyrics - Xzibit

 [Xzibit & Alonzo from Training Day (2001):]

Yeah, you wanna get shit done, you gotta get it done yourself

Holy Shit

Breathe

Yeah

Breath, there you go

Hahaha

Breath, dawg

Yeah!

Let it go

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, huh

Yeah, go

Go

Yes

Breathe

Man, I'm talkin' about that '64 rag-top

Clean with the back racked

Everything matte black, colder than a six pack

You know what the fuck it is and what I came to do

Now put your hands up in the air like I'm about to shoot

My agenda is here, crystal perfectly clear

Breathe apocalypse in, we have nothin' to fear

We have nothin' to lose, pressure applyin' the rules

Bust on a motherfucker and knock him up out of his shoes

That's what my coast love, good money, great drugs

Every bad bitch you can think of

Swagged out, loced out, flamed on, purve out

Shit faced from shots, your words come slurred out

Better put the word out, modified and mediocre

I'ma bust it down, serve 'em like a bunch of smokers

You can fuck around, rounds get to flyin'

Know I asked your little mind, "Is your pride worth dying over?"

Yeah

Order in the court, this what you came to see?

The state of hip hop versus Mr. X to the Z

Now the verdict is in, this the moment of truth

Fightin' the fight of my life, jury ready to shoot

I be my own attorney, prosecution try to burn me down

Testimony, testifyin' from the underground

Order in the court, this what you came to see?

The state of hip hop versus Mr. X to the Z

I create in the dark, darkest place in my heart

I finish off what you started, terror, I tear you apart

I am not for them games, I'm the climb to the change

Thread the eye of the needle, that means accurate aim

That means I can arrange heinous and hideous things

I'm the sickness you feel, seconds from poppin' a vein

Paranormal presence that people can never explain

Why deal with the devil when dealin' with you is the same?

I got a proposition for all you bitches listenin'

Get in position, let me nail it like a crucifixion

Give you what you've been missin'

A man in my condition shouldn't be allowed around crowds without supervision

Call it a superstition, can't get this out my system

I got a fetish for fuckin' over my opposition

It's time to set the standard, the mother ship has landed

We didn't come here in peace, we came to take the planet

Yeah

Order in the court, this what you came to see?

The state of hip hop versus Mr. X to the Z

Now the verdict is in, this the moment of truth

Fightin' the fight of my life, jury ready to shoot

I be my own attorney, prosecution try to burn me down

Testimony, testifyin' from the underground

Order in the court, this what you came to see?

The state of hip hop versus Mr. X to the Z

I come out with them wolves, they came out with them tools

To elevate you out the earth's gravitational pull

This is not for the weak, this that work for the streets

Mr. X to the Z, motherfuck what you think

Motherfuck what you blog, this for my locs and my dogs

Standin' tall, still callin' shots from behind the wall

I've been tried and I'm true, reassemble my group

Carry on tradition, position I'm put here to do

Make movements, monumental, I done made some improvements

You can check my credentials, told to never pursue it

If I listen to critics, there would be no Xzibit

Dreams battered and broken, never breakin' my spirit

Listen close, you can hear it, the footsteps of the future

Ain't no time like the present, leave the past and excuses

Fucked on everything walkin', now I keep it exclusive

You just soft as acoustic, this that real nigga music