02/25/04 Classic Mobb Deep beat... Just got the urge to spit randomly.
The illest music you'll ever hear.
Lyrics
It’s about, 2:00 in the morning
Everybody in the house sleeping and snoring
Gotta get these lyrics out of my head, they keep flowing
So I snuck into the den turn the beats down low and
Now look when I’m going straight to your dome
No hook just flowing letting my thoughts roam
Caue all I wanna do is grab a microphone
And spit till my lips break and I’m stuck in the zone
Time to put my foot down; I’ve straight had it
You clown armatures killing beats like static
I’m ready to be putting emcees in the attic
No more then a fanatic face the facts, you’ll never have it
like us
All I hear is bling this, money that, bitch and cuss
It’s a must I bust up laughing when you rapping
You couldn’t keep a pen on beat if your ass tried tapping
So listen up, it’s the captain, walk the plank
You’re sinking in the sea like you’re dropping in rank
And the shank’s what you get if you wanna come test
And when I’m done your fate’s drowning with all the rest
Better leave an address so to the next of kin
We can tell em how we used you as bait while shark fishing
Now I bet you're wishing that your ass woulda listen
Don't accept negotiations better drop the proposition
Stealing your position cause you haven’t earned the spot
This verse is coming cocky till the very last drop
Never got shot, but it’s a known fact
Anybody ever try better do it in my back
If you look into my eyes your face will see
That this Dizeaze never gonna let you be free
Have my soul haunting your ass for all enternity
Have you get a heart attack, leave you dead in your sleep
Homosexual; your direction
Can’t even stomach your flow; for digestion
Wouldn’t touch you if you was a hoe; yeast infection
Why try, when you know you blow? The question
That I throw, that nobody can answer
Accumulating irritation like you’re cancer
Don’t have an occupation just enjoy being a prancer
You fucking fag dancer, disgusting freelancer
Take a fucking gnaser, tell me what you see
JNX got a hip hop monopoly
So I don’t recommend you popping off at me
Talking shit’s gonna end get you dropped properly
Never stopping thee, that’s the goal
And if you wanna join my side, we taking control
You wanna be my enemy, then you’ve been told
You better fold, don’t be bold, or we’re leaving you cold
