Letra Corporal punishment Masta Ace

Corporal punishment

Make some noise (Oh)
Check it out
Can't fuck with it, it’s impossible
'Cause it's not the game to play (No), it’s not the game
I came in the door, I said it before
With truth in the music, who can refuse it?
Your man's back in this
Let's show these motherfuckers that it's true and not just a hobby

I'ma put it to you simply, the soul of the music so empty
I'm cold when I do this, don't tempt me
Won't walk the stroll and the label won’t pimp me
That’s when I was younger with my face all pimply
Now I be's a runner but I’m not picking kis up
Me, I just be coming with the rap, chicken caesar
And I just be all up in these bars like a rhino
And I do this all night long like I'm Lionel
This shit is final, this shit it analog
This shit is vinyl, this is not Tidal
This ain't Spotify, Pandora playlist
Kids with Sony walkmans used to play this
Don't know how to say this, looking at the whole scene
Shit went from Crooklyn to [?]
You can lean and keep sipping codeine
And I’ma be a cheerleader, go team
And help my environment go green
And cut your music off like old jeans
It's that slick artist known to spit hardest
Bringing money in like Kickstarters
Who gon' get farthest, that depends
Used to ride around in the Benz with shit starters
This is what they call music from the soul
There's a good chance that I'ma do this when I'm old
Young boy talking 'bout, "You already ancient"
And I got the belt, let me show you how I spank shit
Good shit, bullshit, this is how I rank shit
All white party, yeah, this is on some Frank shit
No cocaine, sorry for my profane language
Legendary style like Coltrane
And still making moves, no Hammer pants
And still bringing beef, no cattle ranch
When the shit goes down like an avalance
You gon' end up bleeding, speeding in an ambulance
Let me tell you where I was like an alibi
Brownsville Brooklyn, turn into a college guy
But please don't sleep like a lullaby
Got friends from the Group Home, Melachi (Dap)
Everybody who can rap want credit
Forget it, dead it, y'all don't qualify

I embrace the unknown
While you expected fear, there was none shown
Feels like I can kill two giants with one stone
That theory rectefies a duty to drop heat
Breaking record highs while most don't recognize the beauty
I got Mecca ties tucked inside of lawsuits like Detroit Red
Without law rules, that's word to all my stegonaur brews
Eating on raw fruits and veggies still rolling reggies
Can't use cliffnotes to edge me out, I know the ledge is edgy
To push me, and momma warned me about y'all bushy
Tell [?], girls giving up tail for tushy
For Chanel, pearls and Michael Kors
When I let one of you ride on my motorcycle horse
It's how I feel
I'm a student of Masta Ace, pastor Ma$e
And a Killa Bee with the Casper face
Give you a blessing right in a session
While I'm rolling up dro, lighters a no in a room full of yes men

'Cause it's not the game to play (No), it's not the game
I said it before
'Cause it's not the game to play, new shit
Can't fuck with it, it's impossible
'Cause it's not the game to play (No), it's not the game
Wanna walk the walk, well make sure your shoes fit
'Cause it's not the game to play
Let's show these motherfuckers that it's true and not just a hobby