Right On Lyrics by Dilated Peoples

Right On Lyrics

    [j-ro]
    Back in the days, my pops said "right on"
    (right on, right on)
    All the street poets in the house, write on
    (write on, write on)
    Black people, right on, right one
    (right on, right on)
    All my niggas rollin chevy's on deep-dish chrome, ride on ride on
    (ride on, ride on)

    I still rock the party till the needle starts skippin
    I'm trippin like pippen, spice rum sippin
    We're mentally fastest, head of all our classes
    You couldn't pass us wit a rocket like nasa
    We all up in the house like cocky-roaches
    Snatchin mc's out the game like hockey coaches
    Fuck it, i'll break you down like a bucket
    I like the bass hittin like a ?
    Close encounters of the likwit kind
    I'm sick wit mine, writin rhymes on picket signs
    It's the j-r-o, you didn't know?
    Goin off in your face like a dirty pist-ol
    You in the house of brews, crime scenes wit no clues
    You walkin home bruised, confused wit no shoes
    You lose! cuz you got the dilated blues
    Here's some news, my dj rock the mic and the one's and two's
    And i'm out

    [e-swift]
    And i'm in
    My words are like swords cuttin the paper wit the pen
    Yo, dilated could never be annihilated
    I waited two albums too long , somebody violated
    We migrated to global positioning
    All the dj's listenin, babu mixin it
    *babu cut* "e-swift" yeah, the man, the myth
    I pass the mic to evidence for the assist
    Then i'm ooouuut

    [evidence]
    And i'm in
    My appetite for destruction will eat you up for dinn
    Yo only one meal, get sliced to four courses
    I'd take me serious, collect your man and forces
    I strictly run off select input
    Played yourself, don't have to shoot you in the foot
    Cuz you stepped outta bounds without making your rounds
    Now you come to my town
    Ask rak (yo you on deadly ground)
    These last four bars, i'ma heal all my scars
    I'm a underground cat but still like money and cars
    A cali classic, that's my word, and my word's my bond
    Dilated peoples, alkaholiks, this joint's right on

    [tash]
    My homie king t told me "big tash, right on"
    So i'ma (right on, right on)
    To all my forty-downin homies in the house tonight
    (right on, right on)
    To all the sexy-ass ladies if you feelin alright
    (right on, right on)
    To my dilated homies that be rippin the mic
    (right on, right on)

    [j-ro]
    Whether you writin or ridin, right on
    Fresh mc's must write on
    Even if you skateboardin, ride on
    Some of these freestylers need to write on like my homie tash

    [tash]
    I got my write on late at night
    Burst a verse until they flow right
    My rhymes be action-packed, i wrote these lyrics to a strobe light
    I'm tashy, the flashy nigga jumpin out that fast shit
    Your rhymes won't impress me if you said em doin backflips
    I crack whips on phones, blow smoke out nose
    Niggas peepin out the style, hoes peepin the clothes
    A million flows off the slang, bizz-a-pow, bizz-a-bang
    Likwit crew is in this bitch, my click be off the chain
    Rap off the plane while crackin champagne
    Tash for president, you know my campaign
    First things first to get ya'll niggas off the street
    You get twenty-five years if you part wit wack beats
    You coulda came to ev, you coulda came to swift
    That's why we escalatin while ya'll niggas need a lift
    So give me two secs while i crack this beck's
    And once i drop the mic, my nigga rak is up next
    And i'm out

    [iriscience]
    And i'm in
    I pick it up for everybody in the house that spins
    My name is rakaa, innovator of rhyme communication
    Wit data like star trek: the next generation
    It's dilation, fan appreciation
    Connected nationwide, worldwide likwidation
    Cali hard-hitters, we bump like car fenders
    (it's all chips) we only get boo's from bartenders
    Better be sure, aim high, we top gunnin
    When we touch down, we hit the ground runnin
    Feds pull strings and watch me like truman
    But i can't front, i love l.a. like randy newman

    [j-ro]
    To all the homies locked up writin home, write on c'mon
    (write on, write on)
    Grafiti artists around the world, write on c'mon
    (write on, write on)
    To niggas rollin on katanas, quickly ride on c'mon
    (ride on, ride on)
    To all the women out there raisin kids alone
    Right on (right on) right on (right on)
    Yeah!

    "broadcastin live from southern california" [e-swift]
    Where we at?
    "broadcastin live from southern california" *cut up by babs*

    Dilated peoples
    "represent wit tha liks"

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