beat-AZ-The Come Up , This is just some realness and me playin about with mixin.
I'm just a lyricist that likes to make some audios now and again to display my SICK use of the english language. lol
Lyrics
ya heads be ringin, i hit ya two ways (get it)
gobsmacked back n forth , hows ya food taste?
im dealin body blows yo fall like dominos
im only 9 n a half stone wit baggy clothes
i drive a 205 u want photos fine
tape deck weak but speakers to blow your mind
i dont quote no crime, just livin it
i go through blocks on point like a pyramid
world ful of piracy explorin peoples privacy
anyone close respect the kid inside of me
there we go, thats how the penny flows
in the sea of money beamed in from the radio
look dog, that chain ya rock round ya neck is a leash
messin with a beast ya faggots cant master me
HOOK
R-A-double Zed, M-A-T-A double zed again for all you bubble heads
i let ma knuckles press
against ya supple flesh
expose skulss until theres nothin left
x2
its the second verse i let ya heads reverse
best rehearse that text next time ya rhymes left in a hearse
my mic shines dark caverns wit a spectrum of white light
i try to type lines at night time
no distractions i spit captions for actions
your lifestyle is based on physical attractions
start tunes, between bouts of wrestlin and cartoons
dream up lyrics sittin in ma bath room
i take on two forms like a girl with wet hair
whilst ya arse folds like its stuck in a deck chair
panaramic, my visions are metallic
i got vaults of rhymes all written in italic
scripts split hips but not through paper cuts
the power of the poet makes ya mindframe adjust
HOOKx2
nowadays ya get hot tracks but no classic albums
i wanna play cds until i melt them
xbox ps2 gamecube it aint new
streets of rage on the mega drive i still play thru
i record film scores onto minidisc
try to repel whores whilst sittin in a mist
incense makes sense, i meditate in quick length
whilst other people are out testin liver strength
reside in a village this aint ghetto hip hop
the only metal i be packin is my wristwatch
i stay up late night speakin msn messenger
practise my raps with a voice of a wrestler
this beat im on aint even out yet check ya outlet
i looped it myself, im waitin for my soundchecks
i spit life right on my thirty quid mic
fuck girls im out yo searchin for a wife 1
