{your silence is my trade} Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} I'm givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} Here we go! oh no, Another flow show from the young black dynamo Lockin' up jaws, mcs pause - No lyrical flaws Hush, when the boss is talkin' Lay down gats and get your weak knees walkin' You ain't allowed to speak 'cause you've reached your peak The elite don't get with the weak Shut up, 'cause i'm burnin' this cut up Boy, don't try to run up 'cause i chop up crops A weak hip-hop boy tried to jock my spot and he flopped He went down to the concrete ground I'm a hound when i get down And i'm back, the mack with a lyrical knack To pack sacks and never pay tax And when i leave they diss me Knowin' they can never get with me But he who laughs last gets the most cash And lives the blast past of rap trash Gone! left ya, son Gimme a call when you're done Your silence is my trade, shut up! {your silence is my trade} 2x: Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} Run, run, run, your time is done, son Move out for the well-hung young one And i'm rackin' up stacks of greenbacks - Dead presidents, black! Peace to my fans and i love ya And i got yo' cover 'cause i'm back to please And cool off the hot mcs 'cause they're runnin' around like ants, tryin' to grab their pants That **** don't make you dance! What's this beat doin'? Leavin' your posse ruined Stuck my fist in his mouth Caught him on a whole shout No pity on the lyrically weak Face defeat, retreat, but don't speak 'cause i ain't through, fool And you ain't true to the mix rules! You try to flow so you go for what you know But yo, bro, you ain't the flow pro (ohh!) i can't go slow Gotta grow 'cause i wanna get mo' dough Full blown, bad to the bone And known to get it on with a microphone, homes Leave my throne alone I've been to the low zone Your silence is my trade, shut up! {your silence is my trade} 2x: Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} Come on, punish! Punish! Your host on the coast is known to boast And roast most that choose to get close Put 'em in a lyrical knot My spot: the #1 slot But i gotta have beats When i lyrically de-feat the weak that try to compete Get 'em up, if you wanna go head-up What up? do as i instruct, black 'cause my gat is jack-backed And lookin' at your baseball hat I rolled over that mess you stole And took control, and then broke the mold! Now here i stand, boss man The northwest tip is where i am And i'm runnin' this work like **** Shippin' it in planes, trains and boats Up the charts i go Steppin' on toes and throwin' low bolos My group is large, and hard No need for a bodyguard We flex, rippin' off mcs' necks Run 'em into critical's pecs Your silence is my trade, shut up! 2x: Lockjaw! {your silence is my trade} Givin' mcs lockjaw! {your silence is my trade} Come on, punish! Punish 'em! Punish! Punish 'em! Lockjaw! Givin' mcs lockjaw! Lockjaw! Givin' mcs lockjaw! Lockjaw! shhh
{your silence is my trade} Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} I'm givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} Here we go! oh no, Another flow show from the young black dynamo Lockin' up jaws, mcs pause - No lyrical flaws Hush, when the boss is talkin' Lay down gats and get your weak knees walkin' You ain't allowed to speak 'cause you've reached your peak The elite don't get with the weak Shut up, 'cause i'm burnin' this cut up Boy, don't try to run up 'cause i chop up crops A weak hip-hop boy tried to jock my spot and he flopped He went down to the concrete ground I'm a hound when i get down And i'm back, the mack with a lyrical knack To pack sacks and never pay tax And when i leave they diss me Knowin' they can never get with me But he who laughs last gets the most cash And lives the blast past of rap trash Gone! left ya, son Gimme a call when you're done Your silence is my trade, shut up! {your silence is my trade} 2x: Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} Run, run, run, your time is done, son Move out for the well-hung young one And i'm rackin' up stacks of greenbacks - Dead presidents, black! Peace to my fans and i love ya And i got yo' cover 'cause i'm back to please And cool off the hot mcs 'cause they're runnin' around like ants, tryin' to grab their pants That **** don't make you dance! What's this beat doin'? Leavin' your posse ruined Stuck my fist in his mouth Caught him on a whole shout No pity on the lyrically weak Face defeat, retreat, but don't speak 'cause i ain't through, fool And you ain't true to the mix rules! You try to flow so you go for what you know But yo, bro, you ain't the flow pro (ohh!) i can't go slow Gotta grow 'cause i wanna get mo' dough Full blown, bad to the bone And known to get it on with a microphone, homes Leave my throne alone I've been to the low zone Your silence is my trade, shut up! {your silence is my trade} 2x: Lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} Givin' mcs lockjaw! (shut up!) {your silence is my trade} Come on, punish! Punish! Your host on the coast is known to boast And roast most that choose to get close Put 'em in a lyrical knot My spot: the #1 slot But i gotta have beats When i lyrically de-feat the weak that try to compete Get 'em up, if you wanna go head-up What up? do as i instruct, black 'cause my gat is jack-backed And lookin' at your baseball hat I rolled over that mess you stole And took control, and then broke the mold! Now here i stand, boss man The northwest tip is where i am And i'm runnin' this work like **** Shippin' it in planes, trains and boats Up the charts i go Steppin' on toes and throwin' low bolos My group is large, and hard No need for a bodyguard We flex, rippin' off mcs' necks Run 'em into critical's pecs Your silence is my trade, shut up! 2x: Lockjaw! {your silence is my trade} Givin' mcs lockjaw! {your silence is my trade} Come on, punish! Punish 'em! Punish! Punish 'em! Lockjaw! Givin' mcs lockjaw! Lockjaw! Givin' mcs lockjaw! Lockjaw! shhh
