Stranded On Death Row

"Yes, it is I", says me
 And all who agree are more than three 'cause they're we
 Yes
 Yo! I'm in the house now for sure
 Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men
 Who knows what evil lurks within them?
 But let's take a travel down the blindside
 And see what we find on this path called
 Stranded on death row, so duck when I swing my shit
 I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
 The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal
 Niggas know the flow that I kick, there's no equal
 I'm murderin' niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone I kicks
 When I grip the mic and kick shit niggas can't fuck with
 So remember I go hardcore and slam
 'Nough respect like a sensei, whoop ass like Van Damme
 So any nigga that claim they bossin'
 Why don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson?
 Take a walk through the hood where we up to no good
 Slangin' them things like a real O.G. should
 I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so
 When you're slippin', I slip the clip in, but ain't no set trippin'
 'Cause it's Death Row, rollin' like the mafia
 Think about whoopin' some ass, but what the fuck stoppin' ya?
 Ain't nothin' but a buster
 I'm stranded on death row for pumpin' slugs in motherfuckers
 Now you know you're outdone, feel the shotgun
 Kurupt, inmate, cell block one
 No prevention from this lynchin' of sorts
 You're a victim from my drive-by of thoughts
 No extensions, all attempts are to fail
 Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
 From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
 When I kick a wicked rap, Dr. Dre will hit the scratch
 With treachery, my literary form will blast
 And totally surpass the norm
 Not a storm, plural, make it many storms
 When I'm vexed, I fight leg, necks, and arms
 In this dimension, I'm the presenter
 And the inventor, and the tormentor
 Deranged, like the Hillside Strangler
 Emcee mangler, tough like Wrangler
 I write a rhyme, hard as concrete
 Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite
 So what you wanna do?
 The narrator RBX, cell block two
 Rage, lyrical murderer
 Stranded on death row and now I'm servin' a
 Lifetime sentence, there'll be no repentance
 Since it's the life that I choose to lead, I plead guilty
 On all counts, let the ball bounce where it may
 It's just another clip into my AK
 Buck 'em down with my underground tactics
 Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress
 Bed frame, there's another dead, bang
 Laying lame, put to shame, who's to blame?
 Me, the Lady of Rage, a woman comin'
 From the D-E-A-T-H and R-O-W, takin' no shit
 So flip and you're bound to get dropped
 It's 187 on motherfuckers, don't stop
 Handcuffed as I bust, there'll be no debate
 It's Rage, from cell block H
 Ayo, steppin' through the fog and creepin' through the smog
 It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
 Making videos, now I stay in Hollywood
 Bustin' raps for my snaps, now they call me Eastwood
 Dre is the doctor and my homie, little nigga
 Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
 Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I got
 Sent to death row 'cause I wanted to make a grip from servin' my rocks
 And I'm still serving for mine
 Peace to my motherfuckin' homies doing time
 In the pen and the county jail
 Mobbin' with your blues on, mad as hell
 And you're sayin', "Fuck the police"
 And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
 And it's driving the cops crazy
 But ain't nothin' but a black thing, baby
 Uh, I'm not flaggin', but I'm just saggin'
 I bet you don't wanna see the D-O double G
 And you can't see the D-R to the E
 Or my motherfuckin' homie D.O.C
 You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin' DJ
 That's my homie and we call him Warren G
 Yeah, and you don't stop
 Doggy Dogg break 'em down with the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound
 That's the only way we'll beat 'em, man
 We gotta smoke 'em then choke 'em like the motherfuckin' Peterman
 It's like three and to the two and two and to the one
 Cell block four, peace, Doggy Dogg's done
 Yo, now you know the path I'm on
 You think you're strong?
 See if you can travel on
 'Cause only the weak will try to speak
 Those who are quiet will always cause riots
 There is three types of people in the world
 Those who don't know what happened
 Those who wonder what happened
 And people like us from the streets that make things happen