That's Incredible
Heltah Skeltah Lyrics

It's about that time, you don't know, boy?
Do you realize what time it is? You seem ignorant.

Nigga, it's 3:57 time, almost four
It's almost 4 AM, so late night, early morning.

You can holler about all your beef, til ya throat goes sore
You can argue about your problems all you want until your throat hurts, but it won't change them.

But if you don't know Heltah Skeltah, you don't know war
If you're not familiar with Heltah Skeltah, you're clueless about the battles we've been through.

You don't know Alcatraz, and you don't know Sean
You don't know about Alcatraz and Sean Price, and that makes you uninformed.

And you couldn't know ya days is numbered, you almost gone
You're not aware that your time is limited; you're almost out of time.

So go on, getting your Joe Schmo on, moron
Continue being average, normal, mundane person. You idiot.

And get your Flow Joe on, be gone
Keep rapping like Joe, and leave us alone.

Niggas is fake, your teams faker, scared to rep without ya
People are fake, and your team is even faker. They're afraid to represent without you.

And they spit at ya car scared, trying to jet without ya
They even spit at your car and then run away.

That ain't a throwback, your jersey just old, black
Your jersey isn't retro; it's just old and black, so no need to show it off.

Yo, that shit is throw back
That stuff is old-school, vintage.

You sucka niggas, ain't gon' stunt on G, dog
You fools can't fool me, man.

Ya'll lucky you ain't oppression
You're fortunate that you're not being oppressed or treated harshly.

Know I got my gun on me, murder at the mothery
I always carry my firearm; I'm willing to kill at all times.

Cross my heart, hoping you dying
I swear to God, I hope you'll die.

One shot, your whole head red, you Conan O'Brien, bitch
One bullet can make your head explode and make it red like Conan O'Brien's hair. You punk.

We done shit you never do...
We've achieved incredible things that you could never accomplish.

We too many steps ahead of you...
We're way ahead of you in terms of skill, success, and experience.

Alotta muthafuckas get in the booth
A lot of people get in the recording booth.

Start talking bout shit that they shouldn't like snitching is cute
They start discussing things that they shouldn't, like ratting out is fun.

These rap niggas get on my nerve
These rappers annoy me a lot.

I'm bout to slap niggas up, Rock, give me the word (get 'em!)
I'm close to hitting someone. Direct me with permission, Rock.

I'm straight wild and I like drugs
I'm really crazy, and I enjoy taking drugs.

Cop the album, start feeling the tape
Buy our recording and enjoy listening to it.

Just in case, I'm renaming both of my hands Laxative and Colonic
As a precautionary measure, I'm renaming my hands Laxative and Colonic.

They ah, smack shit out any nigga who want it
They hit opponents hard without warning.

My guns rock and roll but only with 'ink you bust'
My guns are like rock and roll, but they only fire when you shoot.

You left 'stained' in a 'puddle of mud', cause you think you tough, I'm a
You end up bloody on the ground cause you thought you were powerful. I, on the other hand, am a monster.

Used to take 'x man', and show no hoes love
I used to be taken advantage of by women and didn't receive any love back.

Now I let the skit blam at them so called thugs
Now, I shoot back at fake gangsters without hesitation.