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04.05.2003
Stop!
Your dancin' is deadly
Prancin' like Branson, rollin' like Hedley
A medley of moves from the bottom of the barrel
Your lady is a Brady less funky than Carol
Your radio ain't tuned to the body move
You got the shoddiest groove with no room to maneuver
Hoover don't even suck like you
Quit peddlin' your booty or I'll fuck with you
You're meddlin' with these pinpoint rhymes
You're in the joint for crimes for a long-ass time
I climbed a dime to concoct these lyrics
So take that sock out your walk and motherfucker, hear it
Listen to the lyrics as
they shine your spine
Feel the beat defeat you with a locked-down line
Get scratched and cut like you was fightin' a lion
Bust Spin-L.P. from here to Orion
Shut up!
The beat don't wanna hear you
I pushed delete and repeat to clear you
Off my screen, out my spleen, through my scene
Unseen like a time machine
I curve and swerve, treat Eddie Griffin like Merv
Steady riffin' with sounds better than you deserve
My beats commence to rob your sense
So intense and dense like a whiff of sens'
Huffin' paint, breathin' fumes, sniffin' glue
Better for your head that what the bass does to you
I place it on wax, lock it down and seal it
So quit yappin' like a chaplain, motherfucker, feel it
Listen to the lyrics as
they shine your spine
Feel the beat defeat you with a locked-down line
Get scratched and cut like you was fightin' a lion
Bust Spin-L.P. from here to Orion
Sit down!
You're making me nervous
Take your shades off, you ain't the Secret Service
Painted, costumed and perfumed 'til I fainted
Cuttin' and struttin' like yo mama was sainted
Thinkin' ya'll's fresh but your meat is all tainted
Comin' like a g-man, actin' impervious
But once you hear me, man, you'll ice yourself like Melvin Purvis
My voice is in command and my hands are the deal
It's for real, my skills up on the wheels of steel
But your fingers are for typin' and your voice is for gripin'
While you're fuckin' around flippin' fake-ass fables
I'm hypin' white labels on the two turntables
I earn it, I burn it, I turn it and cut it
I don't care what you're sayin', so motherfucker, shut it
Listen to the lyrics as
they shine your spine
Feel the beat defeat you with a locked-down line
Get scratched and cut like you was fightin' a lion
Bust Spin-L.P. from here to Orion
Get out!
There's nothin' in your pocket
You don't know the time but you still try to clock it
I rock it with rhythms and samples
But you diss 'em and myth 'em with bullshit examples
Of what you did when, kid, you just bitin'
You playin' bridge in the brig while the rest of us fightin'
I'm a Titan of vinyl with a final solution
For your punk-ass labels and your mis-distribution
Electrocution, gas, the noose and the rifle
You trifled too much, son, you get the gun and the Bible
You're done, your race is run, you're dead like Pun
Your face has seen its last sun
I'll delay it, stay it, slay it and burn it
This is your last lesson, motherfucker, learn it
Listen to the lyrics as
they shine your spine
Feel the beat defeat you with a locked-down line
Get scratched and cut like you was fightin' a lion
Bust Spin-L.P. from here to Orion
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