The Stereotype

2009!! Geez

Yeah, this be that old school type shit

Yeah, that Blaxploitation shit (Afro picks, Cadillac

whips)

We gon' hit you like Truck Turner, with the burner

[Inspectah Deck]

I'm the Stereotype, in the zone where chrome meet

chrome

Hard heads call it home sweet home

I rep that, hat to the back, chrome blaze

Low fade, blazin' the haze in the hallways

Young black nigga, bout to come back bigger

Rap action figure, that's strapped with the spitter

I serve mankind like a super hero

Gonna move the people, with sharp darts to the ear

hole

And terror spin, veteran style, ghetto child

Call his name, hear it echo for miles

Check my fouls, before you get wild, reconcile

Trust, I touch kids, but I'm no pedophile

The Superfly, I, O'Neal, holdin' the steel

With the ounce from the greenhouse bent behind the

wheel

What's the deal? Dick riders on board

In this Bloodsport, I'm like Jean Claude, yes, lord

[Chorus 2X: sampled singer (Inspectah Deck)]

This thing, is gonna be alright (alright) here comes

the Stereotype

It takes, time to get it right (that's right) count on

the Stereotype

[Inspectah Deck]

The Stereotype, this life, I'm knee deep in

The creeps keep creepin', the heat streets sweepin'

The greed keeps feedin', the seeds need teachin'

Police be seekin', all the ones free speechin'

Guns be blowin', young g's holdin'

Nerve control 'em, they say that son be zonin'

I'm half Huey, half Malcolm, part Martin

Mixed with Mark Garvey, sharp as Sharpton

A known fact, that I stay pro black

I go back like Kojak or Bobby Womack

Or maybe Jim Brown, been down from Ground Zero

Crowned reknown hero, sound pounds your earlobe

Mean daddy like a '69 green Caddy

Seen daddy soakin' that fox, she beam badly

With more drama than you find in the flicks

I'm Dolomite, without the afro picks or flyin' kicks,

it's...

[Chorus 2X]

[Inspectah Deck]

My chain hang loose like I wear my jeans

I got soul like Rakim and Grandma Green's

I represent The Projects, everything hood

Big wolves in the woodwork, everything good

In the bright lights, Big City, it's ten times gritty

Doin' life on the streets, whose biddin' wit me?

Regardless, I'mma hold mine down, load my pound

Target on the unknowns who roam my town

There they go on that bullshit, when it go down

You know who the culprit, sure enough

The R-E-B-E, L, yell it freely

I, call him Stereo, T-Y-P-E

Greasy, on the hunt for the big easy

Switch the game like plantin' cracks on the D.T.

Say what you say, G, hate don't mistake me

Or play me like a must paid fee, that ain't me