Free download
Korean MC just puttin' it down.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,490
Peak in subgenre #844
Author
Phiber Optik
Rights
(c) 2003. Andrew Lee. All rights reserved
Uploaded
June 26, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Artist: Phiber Optik & S.I.
Album: Strong Heart
Song: Settle the Score
Typed by: Andy Lee
[Verse One] [P.O.]
Ayo, ayo, I'm built to construct wealth cuz of shit I been through
Plus stuff I dealt with, felt neglected when the wind blew
I don't care what yaull think and that's what real men do
So lick my balls off dickheads, I'm here to offend you
Here to take over, give the rap game a full makeover
My hearts cold like the polar, and I stay soldier
Roll on cats like a boulder, shake and break molars
Make way for the true MC, microphone controller
Don't give one shit if the streets don't show no love
Cuz I'm dope how I spit on beats thats so rough, hold up
Grow up, you're hate is feedin' yourselves throw up
Act like yaull so tough, yaull make the slow bucks
Haters ain't droppin' shit, I actually have a track
I never heard you spit faggot, where ya package at?
I got a savage half and yaull can't even manage cash
I don't understand yaull like yaull got spanish raps
[Chorus x2] [Phiber Optik & S.I.] [Written by S.I.]
We don't care 'bout the love, it aint 'bout that no mo'
But respect our flows 'fore we settle da sco'
Here to spit that fire, not to whine and fuss
S.I. and Phiber Optiks, that's wassup
[Verse Two] [S.I.]
People pay me no mind, just cause I'm from the south
I ain't cash money or them other stereotypes
Don't test this heavyweight, I stay phat like cellulite
But yaull are too weak, you weigh out very light
Day and night, I'ma fight, just to get people to listen
I'ma get respect though, while yall still ass kissin
Up to these muthafuckas beggin' just to get some play
But I'll let my gun play, eat you like some entrée
Get up off my dick hoe, needa give my nuts space
Cuz you can't hide the fact that you lovin' my shit
Love it so much, you probably dream of fuckin' my shit
Betta off suckin' my dick, cuz you ain't nothin' to me
But I ain't here to mess wit 'chall, you gettin' served like tennis balls
You talkin' bout da gunz and shit, but them tales are very tall
Yall faggots have no place to speak like it was a library
The rap games a done deal, I know it sounds scary
[Chorus]
[Verse Three] [P.O.]
I gave more than yaull gave me and you get what you give
Enter this rap game, and I'll respect you if you live
Nobody know ya name, heads always check on our shit
My aim is for fame, cats will wanna get my sig
So shockin' how I been droppin' hot bombs like Bin Laden
Been plottin' to get cats to start coppin' my album
Gotten so many rotten comments I felt like I hit the bottom
Stop the talk about the jewelry that you ain't got
I top the hottest of the hot, you've been put to shame a lot
I stay on the block, never stray, you go straight to the cops
I don't need your weak props, my R-A-P's are hot
Only the real cats can release these elite thoughts
The time's tickin', 'bout time we squeezed the mean glock
We Einstein, our rhymes are cold enough to freeze the block
Amazin' asians, we leave ya rap steez changin'
Cravin' devastation, we leave the weak danglin'
[Chorus]
On
Playlists
