Some -O- Next Shit Songtext
von Chubb Rock

[Intro: Chuck D. and (Poke)
Uhuhuhuhuhuh (You′re quite hostile)
Uhuhuhuhuhuh, uhuhuh, word up
Yo Poke, we gon' drop it like this, like this, and a
Some ol′ next shit, and some ol' next shit
Some ol' next shit, and some ol′ next shit
Some ol′ next shit, and some ol' next shit
Now check it out Poke, say it (Some ol′ next shit)
[Verse 1: Chuck D. and (Poke)
Yes, the configuration of the S on my chest
Grip the mic and take your best guess
Everybody knows I'm the winner, not a sinner
More punk rappers mobbed for dinner
Slow the shit down, the planet starts to nova
Step on the low key, or Poke, you over
The whole community doesn′t have immunity
Step to the motherfucking mic, G, me
Don't try to call your back up, you shouldn′t act up
Made a lot of dough off my style that you racked up
Poke, Steven G., rhyme in 3-D's and leaves


Played out on posters and on CD's
Check your history, piss to me, you sissy G
And my success was a Hardy Boy mystery
The bell rings, things that sing
Then I bring my P.O. and lock up Chung King
I′mma roll, and I roll no spliff
You call yourself a rapper? You can′t rap this
That you're gonna get wrecked, cause you′re wimpin'
It′s gonna make you feel like you felt on Pitkin
Avenue, some girls were steady stabbin' you
Me and my boys across the street sayin′ who
Is that? The kid is wack, who got his back?
I mean after I helped you out, buy my track
The second cut hits the gut, the tempo up
Yo Poke, how we gonna hit it? (What?)
Or the notes will be hung, and if you sung
On the skit, yo Poke, take it
(Some ol' next shit yo, Trackmasters production in
Full effect and we rippin' niggas on this album)
Ricochet Rabbit, push and ping
If I wanted to, I would get Vandross and sing
Huh, I′m the best
And after the battle, nigga clean up your mess
Get your broom, clean your wack ass tomb
Let me give you some advice, motherfucker yo boom
Wave em like this, yo throw them in the air
Get your vocal chord and niggas prepare
And if you like the tune and the shit sounds clear
Please say something then, oh yeah
(Hamalaaaaaa!)
Fucker, my style goes around and crazy like the butler
Hard like Lurch, did a duet with Serch
I′m a Christian, so I'll see Maxi Priest in church
He′ll give me the blessing, to continue this skit
Yo Poke, drop the shit
[Outro: Chuck D. and (Poke)
It's some ol′ next shit, yeah (Word up)
Some ol' next shit, yeah (Word up)
Some ol′ next shit, yeah (Word up)
Some ol' next shit, man (You're quite hostile)
We gonna hurt up in ninety-two
We in full effect, Chuck Rock here, Poke, kick it
(You′re quite hostile)
It was some ol′ next shit
And we gon' rip everybody, y′all niggas is over
(You're quite hostile) Over, y′all are over
Yo Steven, give me a cassette