The masta of the ceremonial it's
Freestyle lyrics being thrown straight at y'all
What the fuck you thought?
My education and rhythm is on a higher level
Publishers: DICE RAW PUBLISHING, GOLDEN SYRUP MUSIC, GRAND NEGAZ MUSIC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - CAREERS
Fake no moves so here's the rhyme I couldn't wait to use
And bitch slap any rapper that act
This is the future sound, here without further a due
Yeah, come on, anyway yeah
Smash till the dust settles,
I'm one of the last cats, puttin' the flavor back into rap
It's like that y'all, so go ahead and get up
I ride for peace but I will contradict that
I was born to win that's why I run, don't walk South Central MC
I set my first verse up similar to a stake out
Seen a style this vivid in awhile, I reveal 'cus I'm a rebel
Now the original black, now watch how the herds react
Just imagine gun clappin' linguistic assassin'
Yeah, turn it up though
Down shift pump your brakes ease off the clutch
You're probably wondering' what track this is
And the inventor of poems, a limericks outstanding pitch
Got to have it from the demo to the masta
You've heard of us, real niggas we blow the world up
And drive heavy when the vocals commence
You won't see us but we see you
So act like you want it but don't get loud and you haven't
Original black man from the boll ales, who dance?
And let this jam tell you who the fuck I am
I'mma transatlantic slay with that old black magic
Ain't nothing to it, I keep the word play through it
'Bout ta shake the world up, slam it to the floor bust
I represent and put the pressure on your local event
I play the block where I learned to rap
Some brothers try to strike while light the fire of disaster
Yes yes yes y'all, high test test y'all
Put this verbal dick in your mouth until I bust a nut
Ayo, soup let 'em know
So carry on with that twisted ass street rap
We fuckin' up when we conduct load your pistol up
Like that y'all, so go ahead and get up
You don't see us but we see you
And bump the planet, take it for granted when I manage with that
The way that i rhyme and I created a line with no missed cues
Yes yes yes y'all, high test test y'all
I'm the chain saw massacre, rain raw acid dust
Freestyle lyrics bein' thrown straight at y'all
Yo, provoke emotions when I'm boastin' and braggin'
And plus I'm never outdated in time I break outta from
Come on now, come on now, yeah, yeah
Either your here to teach or your here to be taught
If you don't plan to get away then you plan to get caught
Songwriters: Tarik Collins, Dante Lamar Givens, Courtenay D Henderson, Karl B Jenkins, Harry Nilsson, Mark Ali Potsic, James Poyser, Malik Smart, Charles L Stewart, Marc Ferel Stuart, Ahmir Thompson
But I'm super laxative and I don't need no practice kid
This is the future sound, here without further a due
And we hype so and we might just flow from the get go
Home team advantage automatic rhyme bandit, 'bout to hand it
And tone and run through it like the Emperor Jones
You don't see us but we see you,
Like he really want it I'mma hand him his hat
The minute that they break out, they send Jake out
'Cus you cram to understand it when I land it open handed
Regardless if your feelin' my shit, yo, I stay prime
To hitcha with the hits from the colonial prince
And make the song groove straight through your cap
It's like that y'all, so go ahead and get up
This is the future sound, here without further a due
One, two, whatcha gonna do?
And we hype so and we might just flow from the get go
Two, three, whatchas gonna be?