Iunno, I was just heard this beat and thought tha beat was so phat what if i was tha beat and had catz lacing me and shit, iunno...
Lyrics
all these deep melodies released from tha innerds of tha heart...
I'm tha spark in tha dark that lightz tha way and provides
help for days, you could never shelf this rage...
I can help take away all those months of ache...
Just get me revolving, and ya pain's dissolving...
Just another name you calling, ma vibe scribed in ya brain...
these wordz you remember for days..they help dismember tha daze...
If tha tracks scratched just flip tha switch and we'll
both get tha music flowin...
make sure tha lightz still glowing, make sure ya ice is showin'...
Cause i'm sure tha night's still growing, and tha track's bumpin...
all ya homeboyz gotta a girl and they in tha back humpin...
While you got these rhymez bumpin, and tha joint thumpin...
With ma Vibez and yo Eyez, We could rock a retirement home...
with these tablez turning we could even inspire a drone...
See all these catz laid back just admiring our song...
We tha reason these catz all went acquired thier own...
just lay back and watch these nikkaz naud when tha choir is on...
-HOOK-
With my rhythm and yo beatz, we alwayz droppin' heat...
All tha boyz in tha streetz be alwayz coppin' these...
All these folkz on they feet when they see you and hear me...
Producing this bass and put tha music in ya face...
When they hear this shit they never refuse to embrace...
They cut it on, close they eyes, and go away to that special place...
somewhere in deep space...Somewhere where tha beat's safe...
As we eclipse these trackz and rip these sackz...
These kidz in tha back just split they ass...
cuz they went against tha best and spit so wack...
Run ya lipz and you could get hit in tha back...
Change up tha tempo, turn ya 'llac into a pinto...
Make you feel stupid you sold crack for a rental...
what you think attacking this beat was simple?...
You just got popped like a mothafucking pimple...
ma man with tha mic can make tha mothafucking air ripple...
Some of these punchlinez could even leave ya hair tickled...
Comin' up on stage, thinking you a fucking rap God...
But I would never let you lace me up, cause you a fuckin' fraud...
Look at all these mothafuckin' headz naud...
now how you gonna tell me i ain't doing ma job...
I got tha crowd bouncing, Smoking up these ounces...
Jumpin' all up on these mothafucking bouncers....