Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,803
Peak in subgenre #127
Author
Myschyveus
Rights
(c) Laffin Man Productions
Uploaded
October 19, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 4:22
Lyrics
Yo wut up homeboys? Wut up groupies?
It's kinda hot outside, so wut up cool breeze?
Still chillin' like tha villain they takin' me for
While i sift thru tha nights like i awakened the Force.
I'm spacin' my thoughts
So wait patiently y'all, tha outcome's sure to make yo facial distort.
Look at the boy, no body's stoppin' him on a track
So nickname him Anti-Amtrak on wax
Jus put tha needle to tha record man
I'm sure to wreck it like seasoned veterans
Settin' charges in Vietnam.
So in essence I explode on tha microphone
Like energy created by mitochondrial ribosomes.
Dammit man, tha air is now heated
I jus distored tha climate, so air is now needed.
But i jus made friends wit a cool breeze
So i'll call my homeboy, and tell him to bring tha groupies.
My flow is sharp, I'll put it to yo neck like a guillotine slit
But when u catch my lyrics
I'll have u scratchin' yo head like a riddle
Or maybe a chain smoker lookin' for a nicotine fix.
Man this is it, Listen to what I'll say.
Turn yo TV down, make sure u press play.
See?
There I said it. Wut? U didn't catch it?
Press rewind homie, then pause it for a second.
Check tha second part first b4 tha first
Now tha first is second and u messin' up my verse.
I can change my verse up like i change my draws
I'm still waitin' on y'all to recover from tha pause.
Wut hell naw, tha first has dispersed
I gave u seconds for tha second, this part is tha third
U ain't talkin' to me?
Aight kid, all i said is i wanted sumthin' to eat.
Now u can go to sleep.
I got tha ladies lovin' me like Zap Branigan
They all twisted off my rap shenanigans
Lyrical additives is how i preserve my words
But cuz of u, this verse is tha fourth, homie it shoulda been tha third.
Thank God for preservatives dat consist of tha additives
Dats allowin' this to be tha fourth of lyrical passages
I'm hazardous. My illness is cancerous.
It's growin' on u ain't it? I'm anatomy's vandalist.
I spark tha catalyst for tha proper implosion
Facilitated to tha mic due to energy exposure.
U see dat? Homie He's hot
Like tha track cats dance to from tha son of Reeboks.
Matter fact, he's ill as veneareals
Wait, i thought u were ill as cancer?
Well either way,dats my final answer.
So excuse me
While I chill wit tha cool breeze.
And tha en route groupies.
Dude Please...
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