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Usually me, Stay Puff, and now droppin shit with mah boy Petty Cash.....
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Song Info
Genre
Author
Stay Puff
Rights
2002
Uploaded
September 22, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Im in this game for the rap....not the money, not killin...but to drop ill linguistics...
Lyrics
Hook (x2)
It aint about guns and funds...
Its about spittin...
Kick back to this track...
And bounce when ya subs hittin...
We spit this shit clearly so that all of yall could feel us//
We the realest, bringin mystical lyrics that are the illest//
Its like magic, spittin tragic lines to ya dome//
Scramble ya head like when ya cell phone go on roam//
Find a better area, break down ya mental barrier//
Its about that time that you found a new carrier//
Its us, we the ones bringin the words not the guns//
For fun, we livin this shit not worryin about the funds//
We want you to feel our rhymes like touch out of ya five senses//
Take in every word from all of our many sentences//
If you gotta fire up some bud to feel our shit then hit that splift//
Pop the CD in listen to this dub kick back and drift//
Like a raft, that melodically flows down the river//
Some clips may be just a sliver but we always goin' deliver//
Like the mail man, bringin brand new words every day//
The verbs that we say, hit you like an AK//
With so much force bringin styles with no remorse//
Were a new lyrical source so just let it take its course//
Words as thick as a forest open up your thesaurus again//
I see that you startin to feel this shit so let the chorus begin//
Hook (x2)
This next verse controls your mind just like a curse//
So lethal youll leave in a herse if you dont get a nurse//
It gets worse, unbelieveable lines that are diverse//
Reverse our mentality, start again and the disperse//
More clips that are fresher than a new pair of Nikes//
Unlike Nastradamus our flows can handle two mics//
Theyre grown up, and weve demonstrated that they will own up//
Sooner than later u know that our flows will be blown up//
Just like our pictures, goin from CD covers to posters//
A verbal .09 loaded with lyrical clips up in our holsters//
Mentality of an asassin with these rhymes that we keep blastin//
Its like passin a massive blunt, because our flows are everlastin//
Hook (x2)
Grip the seat this heat that im bringin will sweep you off your feet//
I want you to turn up the beat until i see your eardrums bleed//
Just call me Websters, im like a vocal dictionary//
Definitions causin so much heat youd call it frictionary//
Lyrics you never heard of, its absurd how we blurt em//
So amazing that all other CD's, youll return em//
Hopefully this is a good example that our shit doesnt just ramble//
So get ready for the real clips cause this is just a sample//
Hold it close, make sure you get everything from it//
Unlike rap now it wont make you sick to your stomach//
We serve you these verbs so that all of yall could feast//
We're lyrical bread on the rise, so uh, drop the yeast//
Take three steps back grab the dial and up the bass//
Then brace yourself cause were gonna rock this place//
Lyrical mentality, with flows full of reality//
These words causin fatality, beyond all means of legality//
Hook (x4)
Damn....Id like to give shout outs......right now.....CSU CRacker, Big Will, Dubs...next door......Keep it rizzeal yall....V Geezy
