Album $10
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,076
Peak in subgenre #1,136
Author
Beat: RubixKyube
Rights
2005 Kettle Black Inc.
Uploaded
September 23, 2010
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:12
Lyrics
Look. We rock. What?
(hook)
A Rubik's Cube
New chick rippin, it's like a gift
Smokin spliffs. You hit too quick.
B1tch u ain't said sheeeeit.
A specialist, specializin in ridin for presidents
We're heaven-sent. Turn on the beat.
We rock forever, kid.
Verse 1
(Typhoon)
I'm the specialist, specializin in rhymin these messages
Forever spit. Terrorizin, you sound like the exorcist and
Let it get symmetrical. Me & Rubix like animals and cannibals
Bite to the bone cuz we gon' handle 'em like Hamilton
Rearrange game you rip scandalous
No magic tricks, immaculate n*** z who spittin savage sh**
I master this. n*** s gon' copy but this disasterous
And half of this style i'm bringin you's way too cancerous
For half of you n*** z rappin bout flossin, knowin you starvin
I'll blast a b1tch in traffic, I'm lawless scopin you. Dart.
A bastard with this rippin, you trippin, I flow regardless
You retarded. Don't be thinkin that you're harder or even smarter.
Cuz you bite what you think about it, knife you, in & out
Precisely what I'm givin out, I'll slice you n*** z' mouths
for perjury, murder these n*** z' hyperboles
And certainly flame up quick like burnin weed
WHAT?
(hook)
Verse 2
(Rubix)
It's painful. Listen. I'm talkin the flippin the script'n
F*** lickin lips til n*** z be trippin
They gotta skip town not to piss of their chickens
for what they' dippin they' dicks in.
Kick sh** on them b*** es. Slit wrists and fists
b1tch, you know I'm ambitious. Hittin switches
can't exist til I'm sittin on chips.
Spent 1 month until eviction whence livin it up in
Studio 1406 b1tch, I rip n*** z who take a chick lightly
Laughin, I might play my position above b1tches.
Do it the right way. Live life in the fast lane
trife as I can't stand. R-U-B-I-MFin-X with the mic mayne.
Phuck fools. They don't know bout the Ru.
They pass, give me the gas -- stanky like booty
I'm incredible like the edible egg. I'mma
let it all out on your head. Get the residue.
(hook)
Verse 3
(Rubix)
Now any other day, chicks lickin my face like Dino
Pissin on n*** z, wash my hands of 'em like Vito
Even though when I drink, I'm like Ginger in Casino
b*** es still hate. They ain't phuckin wit me though.
Phuck them chumps with the pump and a bump
I'm stuck, focused on the one with the pretty rump
Let me whisper a lil somethin. You the only one I wanna
get dick from. Can I bite you like a gum?
MF's I'm crucial. The block is a puto.
Woulda been bust in, guess I'm knockin it too slow
For rockets in your pocket get the fuel like a true hoe
I'm rockin but they lock it in. I'm out the booth, though.
Poof. Be gone. Stop actin re-a-tard uh.
You know with the dun only pussy sing song.
They try to hold you down, not get you back on your feet
Now holla at a playa when you see me in the street
Verse 4
(Typhoon)
The illest tag-team you ever seen cuz we're a bad dream
What's happening? We drop flows to those acting trashy
Written you spittin is full of bragging. You're factory.
I'm custom. All of sudden you packing?
Stop it. Behold your fate. You gotta sit down to piss.
Off the rip, we see the h*** in your face.
Stop playin. Yall ain't got not skills. Yall the type of
n*** z to bite before yall write cuz yall not for real.
(hook)
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