"The only thing in this world that
Gives voice to the voiceless is music"
I′m the Don, armed and dangerous
With a mic I'm like ordained to just
Make the wish, it becomes a command
The rhyme family is my fans
My territory spans from New York to Hollywood
The whole country′s my neighborhood
I extort fan support
With rhymes that taught lessons and caught the
Ears of listeners, and they enlist in the
Hip-hop mob on the job, stop dissin' us
No drugs at all, we don't steal or rob
We just get paid in the Moe Dee mob
I demand fan′s family loyalty
Tour support and record royalties
Whenever a band tries to take my fans
I put out a hit, understand?
I′m the Don, started out in the parks
As a hitman killin' with the rhymes that sparks
The mic sparks a light, turns the dark to light
Freezes MCs as they drop the mic
Hit the deck, you know what this is
Nobody move, and I mean biz
One dumb hero tried to step
So I pulled out a mic and rhymed him to death
Other MCs wouldn′t put me on
So I took over, now they're gone
I made connections, got paid protection
Fees from MCs and no late collections
Take no shorts, I front on the double
You ain′t got it, you got trouble
I pull out a mic and a rhyme to bust
Huh, another one bites the dust
With the ladies, I'm not just a Don
In fact, I′m more like a Don Juan
Pull ladies in bunches
Break my heart, I roll with the punches
Write 'em off like a tax, no respect
You ain't down? Next
′Cause I′m like a hardcore Casanova
Cross me once, girlfriend, you're over
Outta here, quicker than Jet, no sweat
It′s no limit to the girls I get
No time for games, make no mistakes
Diss me, you're done, that′s the breaks
One conversation and my point's across
Haha, you don′t like me? It's your loss
Spread the news, I get rave reviews
I'll make you an offer that you can′t refuse
The Don takes control of the action
Without question, and who′s askin'?
A takeover′s now in effect
A world tour to make mine connect
The R&B radio family supports me
Put a hit on top 40
The video family's BET
Put a hit on MTV
The store reports and the Billboard charts
Work hand in hand with the local jocks
As hitmen for hire, personal hitmen
Makin′ hits from the very first shipment
Red and Chuck and the fans that love me
Mister Magic and my man Bugsy
The hottest DJs in every town
Is down with the Don
A sucker MC in a second I'll diss
With a flick of the wrist, he′ll kiss my fist
Tip his hat and bend and bow
How you like me now?
The O.K. Corral in the Wild Wild West
Is recreated when put to the test
Sparks will fly like the 4th of July
My name and flames will light the sky
Other rappers go down tryin' to confront me
You know where to find me whenever you want me
But think real hard before you step
And remember, I'm a vet
Runnin′ the yard ever since grade school
Never played cool, but always stayed cool
Before you think of steppin′, I already saw ya
Step off, boy, I got somethin' for ya
"You got an all-out prize fight, you wait ′til the fight's over
One guy′s left standin', and that′s how you know who won"
Writer(s): Mohandas Dewese Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
