Don't Sleep Songtext
von Chubb Rock

There′s no other big kid sleeker
I'm the final mixdown tweaker
Mufasa blowin your speaker
Rrrroowwwww
Kids fear me like hyenas
I beat drums slap snares like what Ike did to Tina
And no jail either
No false or syllable or misdemeanor
It goes faster than a cheetah
The rap contents cause fear You don′t have to go home
But you have to get the hell out the hair
And yeah, blunted cerebrums must tear
The down gritty genre entrenched with gear
And the obvious stench hence, with Binaca
The news writer stating that the flow is over, uh-uh
The best school leader, the destiny plan with the preacher
Greatness when I flow through the urethra
The meat and the rhyme run deep to critique
When my cow jumps over your moon, don't sleep

Even if you sleep
You know that he'll be there
Just let us know it′s on
We′ll see who keeps them screaming
We know he'll kick the rhyme
That makes them jump for joy
Sweet dreams my son
You′ll never awake
Hooooo-ooooo


From the minds of Minolta from the press play poster
From the average jack wack, crackheads with Oprah
As for safe sex with rubbers as for rappers turnin mothers
As for execs on the covers as for Million March brothers
Yo Boo, prepare for my new scarecrow
You haven't been scared since you first heard the Wu
The meat well-grinded the rhyme binded
In the future there′s another new world Criminal Minded
And hallelujah, kids hear this
The death kiss will exist your mix had hiss
The movement of the rational, hip-hop radical
The beef between flows was labeled, practical
And vaginal, the pungent smell did sell
It made positive icons start to rebel
For the dough, not the flow when you check on the spreadsheet
Sold to the lowest bidder, you creep don't sleep

Even if you sleep
You know that he′ll be there
Just let us know it's on
We'll see who keeps them screaming
We know he′ll kick the rhyme
That makes them jump for joy
Sweet dreams my son
You′ll never awake
Hooooo-ooooo

Now in the, vocal booth I get uncouth with the truth
Loosen my tooth, and get ready for the lyrical juice
Starts to pour, hardcore rules the tour
Gee my LP's gonna sell more than a whore
I′m certain, and to the SoundScan man I'm smirkin
Buyers are gonna run you dough like LeVar Burton
I light shit up like Uncle Fester
You wanna see me use your retina
I′m laughing at your skills like Fran Dreshner
The beat's like elastic the groove well-crafted
I wanna be the mess I told Ness to pick a classic
It′s so erratic, how easy it is to create static
To rule this demographic it's hard to be democratic
I've had it, it′s almost time for the New World Order
Watch your sons and daughters, don′t sleep

Hooooo-ooooo
Don't sleep
Even if you sleep
You know that he′ll be there
Just let us know it's on
We′ll see who keeps them screaming
We know he'll kick the rhyme
That makes them jump for joy
Sweet dreams my son
You′ll never awake
Hooooo-ooooo
Don't sleep
Even if you sleep
You know that he'll be there
Just let us know it′s on
We′ll see who keeps them screaming
We know he'll kick the rhyme
That makes them jump for joy
Sweet dreams my son
You′ll never awake
Hooooo-ooooo
Don't sleep
Even if you sleep
You know that he′ll be there
Just let us know it's on
We′ll see who keeps them screaming
We know he'll kick the rhyme
That makes them jump for joy
Sweet dreams my son
You'll never awake
Hooooo-ooooo
Don′t sleep

Hooooo-ooooo
Hooooo-ooooo
Hooooo-ooooo
Hooooo-ooooo
Hooooo-ooooo
Hooooo-ooooo
Hooooo-ooooo