| Lyrics: | [Talking between the Souls and Pep Love]
"I find it fun to smash emcees into (fine
bits)
So why I ain't get my just deserts for all the kids I busted huh?
(Baby!)
I crush
the curtesy when dealin' with the folks is too much
for the askin'
Cool I got the (skill
crafted tools)
Massive fools at my work bench and
(I'm wrenchin') mics from they
graspin'
(That's how it has been)
The drill's this: I kill swift
I feels I better slay
or, (hey
my tape measures greater)
So now I'm (askin') dips if they (saw me)
and they
was available
would they want me to (nail'em all?)
Be through, screw drive her (screwdriver)
crazy
Nuttin', bold, lively
(Put on your high beams)
I, proliferator, quickly fade
to niggas vigorous
Figure I kick stunts,
I punch twice that nigga that's dissin' at
me
Attach'em to bats, latchin', and matchin' my cataclism
I give'em a (skism),
I (stroke
to croak her, I broke her)
Chokin' up on my syntax, as I bend backs by impacts
(impacts)
then I give a concusssion in your NUTS when I'm bustin'
(Heads)
Dead with my
lead graff
I cloth thee, I (swing) off-beat, off the
cerebellum, swellin' nimrods
Ten
brains couldn't parallel this,
(ha) I'm caraouselling kids
while they wallow and swallow
hallow tips (yep)
You follow and slippin'
I'm rippin' mics nice twice like (dicin' kids in
fractions)
Yo, (figure, I tax men)
Steppin' to Casual
That's when ya
lost
What about Domino?
That's when ya lost
But if you step to
Snupe
That's when ya lost
Steppin' to A ...
That's when ya lost
If you
play the Tajai- |
