Yoke The Joker song by Naughty By Nature from Primary Album Naughty-by-nature. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Hip-Hop, New York, Boom Bap music. The Record company is Tommy Boy Records. Released on September 3, 1991.
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Yoke The Joker Meaning
| [[Skit] I’m telling you, I want this done quick, in and out I want all that black market shit, everything Grab all the tapes, all the cassettes Who is it? Where the shit? Everybody on the floor, nobody move Where the shit? (Yo, Treach) Yoke the joker [Intro] (New style, new style) (My name is Treach and I’m a triple-star MC) There are too many overnight MCs, one And too many who haven’t paid they dues (My name is Treach and I’m a triple-star MC) You have now entered the frost of the Flavor Unit And we, Naughty By Nature, will get our just due By terminating you (My name is Treach and I’m a triple-star MC) (New style, new style) [Verse 1: Treach] I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back A fuckin’ joker smoker, taunted by no one If I was born in Chun Li’s temple, I would’ve turned out a shogun Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can’t hawk And all that shit I hear about me losin’ is small talk I ain’t a punk or slouch and furthermore, I don’t scare chief The reason I called you pussy ’cause you are what you eat, each Lick is a little closer to the center of a Blow Pop Don’t speak when I am talkin’, this is my fuckin’ show-op How dare you even try me? Don’t you know you’ll be funky while He’s smilin’ backstage doin’ your mother, ugh, doggystyle? I’m wild, raw, a whore and still suave Check out the style that I’ve Soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky Semi-social, never seem sloppy See, silly-slappin’ suckers, sorry saps, and slouches Straps slam in style, smackin’, this man’s a savage Least see so-so-songs and some shots, so Snatch seven samples, start slowly, go solo Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin’ Strip the Sagittarius and marriage is a system Smoke the joker three times over And owe her Go with the flow or I’m about to yoke a joker , [Interlude] (New style) (New style) (New style) (New style) (New style) (New style) (New style) [Verse 2: Treach] All that straight-faced shit like your heart had been through Smile and give your face somethin’ the fuck to do You ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard Someone needs to hit-and-run it and run your ass over backwards Let’s giddy up, yep, yep, another fuck up Grab your microphone, battle time, sure ‘nough (New style) Any freestyle I see while I prowl I dial a new style, tell me ’bout ooh, child (New style) Another victory, it’s mystery I smoke your skull, your brain’ll come blistery All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he Get the fix he needs? Remember how blistery? (New style) You ain’t ready for the Freddy of rap You can’t kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me Slicing your life away, just like my mic today I eat you the psycho way, I’m rippin’ shit right away (Rippin’ shit right away) I treat you like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust Take you to a roof, sure you can fly, just jump, slut You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like You couldn’t wet shit up in a motherfuckin’ water fight All lockjaw, look at the props, y’all So proud of, sure, suck my encores Swingin’ a bolo, the flow go solo I’ma smoke ya It’s time to yoke the joker , [Interlude] (New style) (New style) [Verse 3: Treach] The only way you wouldn’t be gettin’ dissed, jumped like a girlie (New style) Is if your father would’ve bothered to pull it out early (New style) You ain’t got a single drip drop, you’re stripped of hip-hop (New style) If I see ya disagree, you’ll be gettin’ your shit dropped (New style) It’s the extended version, the side you can’t fuck with You’ll get the jimmy, MC, you’re swift to kick the bucket I’m tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high (New style) Never would you ever get the thrill to say, “Yo, sweat You know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat” Because you know I’m better than that on my worst day Dickin’ competition’s what I do in the worst way Quick to do a hit for you, most likely, I spoiled you Or brought you, ignored you, then broadly floored you The proof is in the puddin’, my collar ain’t wooden It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children Physically, facially, racially made to be Crazily paid, a G, what a fuckin’ way to be Hot damn, I’m a man with a hand plan Pimp smack that, then attract the new game plan Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step That’s what I do, that’s what I say, that’s what I live (That’s what I live) That’s what I prove, that’s what I move, that’s what I give (That’s what I give) Makin’ other brothers wanna go home and write shit Bite what I might get, then up and say, “I quit” Me gettin’ got? (New style), oh, what a beautiful thought from you Ain’t it amazing what some paper plus a pen and tongue can do? (New style) Yoke the joker , [Outro] (New style) (New style) (New style) (New style) (New style) (New style) (New style) (New style) (New style)] |
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Yoke The Joker song is written by Treach
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Yoke The Joker lyrics recording Engineer is Angela Piva
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Yoke The Joker lyrics song mastering engineer is Chris Gehringer
