Hello bitches...I mean children. I just got some quick info to give, Just really wanted some folks to know somethin', Namely, that this is not some new, but some old-ass shit. Around 1999 is when I wrote this bit. Just a lil'somethin' ferociously braggadocious, Which I know some of my favorite critics won't be able to cope with. Anywayz...didn't wanna be throwin' this into no disposal bin, Especially after knowin' it totally grows on thee fans, Because we use to do it at shows and see that. So here goes...don't try holdin' me back!
Verse 1:
Now there's not a way for you to refuse me, Coz' I've got a way of flowin' so smoothly. Lyrics spray from my mental like shots from an uzi. When I'm on an instrumental, I hardly ever make a booby. I was born in Port Elizabeth, not born in QB, I'm not Puerto Rican like that rapper Son Doobie. White, English and Polish speakin'...you can call me STUB. I'm kickin' all half-ass rappers asses like my name was Bruce Lee, Or any leading actor in a Kung-Fu movie. My words, you know they come through groovy, Whereas, your simple words just don't move me. Excuse me, if you think I'm talkin' just a little bit too rudely, But that's the truth and nothin' but the truth see. You keep on talkin''bout, you got a plan that's full proof G, That's just bull-poop to me, coz' see, You and your master plan doesn't have what it takes to challenge this, Ya'll is just a bunch of amateurs.
Chorus:
You don't know what you're messin' with right here. You don't know what you're dealin' with right here. Wonderful sounds just comin' to your ears, The revolution, you know it is here.
Verse 2:
Now, you and your master plan doesn't have what it takes to challenge this... Young and talented South African. So like Jackie Chan I'm smackin' that... Shit out of you and all your wackness man. See, to be a real MC like me, you gotta' keep on practisin'. You know what they say...practise makes perfect. Believe me, you'll succeed, yeah but only if you're worth it, So stop with those bullshit rhymin' attempts, coz' they're wack n' worthless, Instead go ahead n'grab your girfriend. Get on the bouncefloor, start dancin' n' swirvin' to this shit right here, Coz' I know that ya'll be feelin' this right here. I can tell by the way you won't be sittin' in your chairs. The whole industry, we be killin' it right here. A musical revolution, a beautiful execution. A musical revolution, a beautiful execution. And if ya didn't know, then now ya know, What ya messin' and what ya dealin wit' right here, yeah.
Chorus:
You don't know what you're messin' with right here. You don't know what you're dealin' with right here. Wonderful sounds just comin' to your ears, The revolution, you know it is here.
You don't know what you're messin' with right here. You don't know what you're dealin' with right here. (x2)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
