STS finals vs. Progress & Voo da teach
washington
spokane
polityk
st cule
maceo
voo da teach
sts
scribet tribe syndicate
spokane hiphop
Lyrics
Intro: " Yeah.. Scribe Tribe Tourny - I know what yawl are think'n.... How the hell did the fat kid get in the finals with two vets.. Well let me show you..." (echo out)
Auto-Biography’s arguably and oddity audibly ..//
Obviously Poli be the best with apostrophies ..//
That God has seen, Man a Monster Breathes Clauses..//
Causing lots of screams, Damn…I Gotta be Haunted..//
And my house is the finals, Time to face your fears son..//
Fuck'n with Poli leave you broke, like Mace in pier one..//
Just a case of shook ones, who duck when the heats on..//
But when the tourny's over I wont be miss'n bucks like Keyshawn..//
Pepare for a hurting.. cuz there's sure to be a huge shooting spree..//
Catching 3rd degree burns worse than an emergency..//
Clinic - This aint a picnic - so enjoy the courtisy..//
Cuz next time I'll catch you with your guard down like Baylor university..//
Kron aint even bother, And I already ripped Steve..//
In record speed, I shift spleen's so quick - My fists leave..//
Mangled scars on faces, Entagle Bars on braces..//
Yawl couldnt show Signs of Illness reserving Disabled Parking spaces..//
Intro 2: "Speak'n of Retards.. who the hell let Big bird in the group anyway, Teachers cant rap.. Fuck you and Defari, Last round Element pulled your denture card... So you gotta know Poli dent Voo..."
Voo Fled from his Van, And With Essentials in hand
Had a Steno Pad of credencails, Utensils for tasks
Like Stencils and graphs slash Pencils and crayons
The staff eye'd him and Assigned em the special ed class
I dont think he gets the message this track is sendin..//
All those damn students voo is the one lack'n credit..//
Better get a job at J.C. Penny's askin cash or debit..//
Cuz sellin' clothes the only hope you got hand'n out akademics..//
As the plot thickens, he often talks in whispers..//
Voo's been on my Pole... Guess I shot the stripper
The casino the only hope of you own'n a C-note..//
Keep raven You'll get an eagle on ya dome like T.O.//
And since that first win, you been in a panic'd hiatus..//
But we'll see who laughs last like schizophrenic hiena's..//
And Progress, your finished - but dont sound discouraged..//
It could be worse... Least you got Free Health insurance..//
You aint on my level Dog, you just think you are..//
Fuck rap, you better go back to Lincoln logs..//
Living up in Canada has to have ya think'n wrong..//
Cuz all along, He thought Ben hur was a Chingy song..//
You held your own with Nimrod, but Im holding clips..//
Studid bitch, Poly Blow holes like Moby dick..//
Now your full of shots, Pro Coughs as his soul embarks..//
This kid Look likes hes about to buckle Like Owen Heart..//
Intro 3: "Yawl even from the same country.. Aint that bitch... But now that you've Fucked around and got shot, I think I'm gonna take your advice... and Do anything I can to be just like you!!"
Start sing'n my songs with a lisp, or even better yet ..//
Rock ambercrombie and finch and griese my head..//
Then move to East Quebec and start speak'n french.//
Cuz Poly's Look'n at turning Pro like Maurice Clairett..//
Beat me? Yawl got a better chance of pass'n out..//
Skinny fucks need to Eat moore Like Ashton's Mouth..//
Wiether there Senior citezen emcee's - Vet's or Foogies..//
Poly drop pounds like Richard Simmons, but I aint sweat'n two oldies..//