Hiding Place

Where you gonna hide?

Rapper

Where you gonna hide?

Dilla Dog, Jay Dee

Where you gonna hide?

Elzhi

Where you gonna hide?

Phonte

Another little brother presentation

Sending this out across the nation

I'm a hell of a problem, nobody has the answer

Pooh be spreading out, like a body of cancer

My stanza, get it going like a car, (vroom)

Usher in the new era, like this y'all (this y'all)

I'm raw strip down, no minerals

A distilled emcee, no chemicals

No subliminals

A smooth criminal before the rape charge

I, shake and bake, bring terror to your squad

My, peers ferocious

I'm so focusing

I pray to God that the world knows this

No one exposes flaws in your scheme dog

Me and Dilla go hard, my Lord

You don't want know problems (problems)

I'm a nigga that'll solve 'em (solve 'em)

Without a doubt, ya

I'm in the booth, cold knockin niggaz out

Tell my tales by word of mouth

Ya, you know me

[Hook]

Where you gonna hide?

When the sun goes down, and the lights in the city get low

Where you gonna hide?

When your peeps aint around, and there aint no place to go

Where you gonna hide?

When the hood starts watchin, and the boys got they eye on your safe

Where you gonna hide?

Aint nowhere to run, and there aint no hiding place

Don't compare me to jokes

I'll strangle the air in your throat

Like you jump from a chair and choke

In mid-air from a rope

Got a big gun and carry a scope

The flair of the smoke

Keep niggaz quiet like words that librarians spoke

I'm arrogant, outlandish

Blow your face out, and shake out the dandruff

The jakes wont make out the handprints

I'm as real as it gets, with the steel and the clips

Bark and make niggaz duck, and kneel and do splits

It gets no realer than this

its Tay and Elzhi dropping that definitive shit

This should have been a double album commemorative disc

Cause hip-hop might need us

And in your town, no telling where you might see us

My whole team coming through in tees and wife beaters

Out, doin their damn thing like beavers

Yo, its P to the H-O, I finish the job

Plus my Dominican Broad

Making me chili con caso (?)

Work and plan a perfect verse

Then burst like a person

that jerked from a circus cannon

Then landed to the earth

Its me on the song, featured your fleet

Breathing is strong

It's a gypsy reading a palm

with a drawn heater

Never gone of the wrong reefer

A bong chief, of the don ballest

As long as the bronze is bronze sneakers

Got ways of a thuggie, thinking I wont come and get you

Dressed like a gun with pistols, and AK's in a bundle

And Tay is blazing it lovely, cause I'm one with the game

So I sat back, chilled, dropped Foreign Exchange

And a lot of rap niggaz got lost

Heard Phontigga carrying tunes and assumed he don got soft

They didn't understand it was my next direction

So I'm playing postman and addressing questions

Like, yes I'm still a LB, no I'm not leaving

No I don't eat meat, but yes I'm still beefin

But all these wack niggaz putting records out

This is all live nigga, check it out

Lb, S bill a fam on a mission

And I ain't worried about people biting "Minstrel Show"

they still teething on "The Listening"

Where you gonna hide?

When the sun goes down, and the lights in the city get low

Where you gonna hide?

When your peeps aint around, and there aint no place to go

Where you gonna hide?

When the hood starts watchin, and the boys got they eyes on your safe

Where you gonna hide?

Aint nowhere to run, and there aint no hiding place