Critical Condition
Written by: Michael Turner & Christopher Portugal
([Party person:] Yeah, that shit's so silly, y'all running with my man… yep…
[Double K:] (Uh huh…)
The mothership landed, nods for the forehead
Fisticuff rough, though yak, know no wanna chest up
Like at Starbucks write my name on a Post-It
Leave it in your neighbor's cubicle
Let 'em know there's a beautiful discrepancy
In the future of rap, I heard the art form died
Didn't believe it 'til I seen the obituary
Delivered by Larry in the 'Lac, and it read
(Hold up, man, let me see what this shit says right here…)
Two years ago, an A&R of mine
Asked me to dumb down the culture, and if not, I pay a fine
That's when I stepped in, looking like Todd James
In Rick Rubin's dormroom, the ghetto blaster
Ladies loved it when my radio consumes the whole room, fool
I rustle on Dust or Profile 12 or K-Rob and Rammelzee
I'm like fabulous Cinco Federico, like Freddy when you're sleeping
A litter of niggas, they out counting sheep while the P on creep
Smash your laptop, put your hard drive on eBay
Subject it to them niggas criticizing
I'm like Kenny Bloggins, hogging up the game
Put your quarter in your pocket, man, the games on me
[Spoken sample:] Where we gonna find
[Double K:] We raise hell, get paid in full
Do damage, leave a critical beatdown
[Spoken sample:] Where we gonna find
We raise hell, get paid in full
Do damage, leave a critical beatdown
[Spoken sample:] Where we gonna find
We raise hell, get paid in full
Doing damage, leave a critical beatdown
[Both:] A-go off, a-go off, ([Double K:] Haha, yeah)
[Both with rap sample:] Go off, a-go off
[Thes One:]
It's our ten-year anniversary, still passin' on the porch
And these old-ass rappers still can't pass the torch
And the past distorts to still make 'em think their relevant
P shit banging the trunk like mad elephants
Who keeps digging up funk for kids just for the hell of it
And castrate the break, make the track celibate
Pff, your whole style's fucked, your shit sucks
I don't care about your jazz loops or your ringtone bucks
Full sides of hip hop have got some 'splaining to do
A lot of fans got bored and left, and I don't even blame you
Everybody take themselves so fucking serious
From kufis to crack rap, hey, dude, I'm just curious
If you really sold them drugs, why the hell you telling me
On your CD? ([Double K:] Gee, that's a good question…)
DEA investigate, audio confession
Hello, McFly? Hope they throw away the key (man)
Fuck drug dealers, I got addicts in my family
Whoop! Sorry, man, I got trouble on my mind
It's just me and Double K staying on the grind
On the… o-o-o-on the… on the grind like…
[Thes One with spoken sample:] Where we gonna
[Double K:] We raise hell, get paid in full
Do damage, leave a critical beatdown
[Spoken sample:] Where we gonna find
We raise hell, get paid in full
Doing damage, leave a critical beatdown
Go up, a-go off, a-go off, a-go off
A-see the P a-go off, a-go off, a-go off
A-see the P a-go off, a-go off, a-go off, a-go off
([Rap sample:] Go off!) (scratched and repeated)
Uh huh… make it real funky for you
I'm gonna make it real funky for you
I said, gonna gonna make it real funky for you
Do damage, and leave a critical beatdown
[Rap sample:] Bass!
[Rap sample:] We rock beats, produce in your face!
[Rap sample:] Bass! (echoes)
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This track appears on the following releases:
- Fun DMC (2008) (CD & LP) - Gold Dust Media (GDM007)
- Party Enemy No. 1/Critical Condition (2008) (Digital) - Gold Dust Media (iTunes)
- 10 Years Of Thes One (2010/2013) (LP & MP3) - Piecelock70 Records (PL7001)
