[Verse One] My beats bash Pump the beat up, the competition bask While I keep up with lyrics in a flash Who creeped up? Look my peeps up They peep me getting busy breaking bad Effortlessly, ripping the shit over stabs Phrases are razor sharp, your dome gets slashed On your cerebral cortex, I leave a gash that you never forget Or leave alone in the past Ripping the set at any fucking sound clash Rocking the party, we arrive at long last Repeatedly flowing whether it's seated or standing room only Got all the tenderoni's just shaking that ass Inspiring them to the microphone pass Do like Moses and clear the path quick fast Ruin the hopeless, I'm never losing my focus I'm out to prove I'm the dopest and I could do it like that Putting it all out on every fucking track I shoot for the future but I'm going way back I put it in your eye I put it in your mouth Put it in your brain like my joint was crack I feel the hit coming, just brace for impact Like you was tied to a railroad track But ain't gonna be no running when I'm putting down the smack Showing the wack what's lacking in this rapping in fact I give to clapping, Quannum get to red packing 'em You quarrelling then we attacking Them shorts? They get to crapping Them spots? They get to crackling, after that We throwing them rhymes like cans and vicious attempts at jaw packing With jabs
[Hook] Don't respond Don't want none Hold your temper, bite your tongue Shining sun, burn like sun rays, stick up the days, Lester Hayes Don't respond Don't want none Don't want to test where this virus from Shining sun, burn like sun rays, stick 'em for days, Lester Hayes
[Scratching] {x4} "Stick up" Lester Hayes
[Verse Two] My words crush Go on the scene like an ill bum rush Who list Lateef and the Chief, now what? Don't jump back or you'll get smashed by the bass and the crash Instead of kicking that butt Act like you know, don't play idiot Every show we straight blazing it up Utilizing this microphone as a fire hose That spits flames, steady flows and thrust Bust like a cannon when the mic is touched Rough like the surface of a bristle brush Plus got the smooth linguistics That'll get your girl caught up in a sticky situation, stuck Blushing but still won't stop shaking that butt Such a shame she got to giving that up But such is the game of love Still got to love it when you're playing cause the playing is good I get it crunk 100% skills, no motherfucking luck I represent real without passing a buck All of the above over Chief Xcel's lush Production with function and funk deluxe And you should never try to compete when the force erupt Cause the offense in our defense is so dangerous We gonna stop ya abrupt Take everything that we touch Dropping that guy that you clutch Gaffling your profits and such Your chinstrap I pull up because the timing is tough Your whole crew will get cut Clean out your locker at lunch We hit the suckers with bunches of power punches and hooks We leave 'em lumpy, they can't even see which exit we took
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
