Sh*t Hits The Fan (ibemix)
This is a song I started but never finished.
Lyrics
Chorus:
*What you gonna do when sh** hits the fan
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
Will you be as hard as you say you are?
Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?
I said what you gonna do when sh** hits the fan
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
And show us you're as hard as you say you are
Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?*
Verse 1:
Yeah everytime I speak, know I spit the hot sh**
Boys goin wild like the middle of mosh pits
It's toxic when The Realist Records drop sh**
Think I ain't about sh** ? n*** then watch this
The most spectactular hip hop rapper
The only real n*** alive, y'all just actors
Ibe's name blown all across the atlas
First take on verses, never the practice
And for those folks denying me inevitable
I'm not the f*** in +Hulk+ I am just +Incredible+
Meet me in the streets I will turn your flesh edible
Burn you with them heaters, just to stay ahead of you
And I'm not the type of n*** to choke
I freestyle, you recite what you wrote, I got money
Y'all n*** z is broke, admit you cannot cope
If you're feelin' froggy then leap, b*** I'll make you croak
So now tell me what kind of predicament we in?
I'm The Realist motha f*** a, I don't need to pretend
Send your kin and watch 'em gradually descend
To a place six feet deep within
And this is for the thugs peacefully sleepin in they graves
Who lost they lives doin the sh** I'm doin today
Strap up, hit the block and go to work with a pound
In the club I rock crowds, b*** es twirk to the ground
You n*** z got me cocky, you can't stop me
These +Boyz In The Hood+ really think they can knock me
You're not me, everytime I flow to a hot beat
You try to copy but your style is too sloppy
And when it comes to cheese in the streets
It's a fact I'm makin' G's in a week
And all these n*** z goin against me, get back, you're weak
'Fore I have to clit clat the heat *gun shot*
(Chorus)
