J.T.S.
06-14-2010, 10:57 AM
verse one
chewing gum emcee's get smothered in wrappers
fashion stained with shots for looking too dapper
you ain't Dan just an actor that forgot the script
anyone on some full-court pressure shit gets stripped
documents ripped cash gets pocketed quick
ran em to roads soon to die like out of water toads
your goal is gold but you moved wood
time to conclude snatch a ring when i'm in a robbin' mood
work is put in biting in the temple is forbidden
an act unforgiven you slaves up for bidding
the strongest, quickest, attack is given
pursue your purchase abduct your workers
focus off choking from smokers cough
Verbal van Gogh get-up and mosh
hot-mail to burn the hands off
it's war in the loft microscopic to your macintosh
hook
hard rhyme labor so the microphone is drippin' with sweat
from excessive heat as soon as i hit the stage for mic checks
verse two
Spittin verbal velvet, caress the mic then melt it
leaving sounds smelted, im the shit who smelled it?
fecal comparisons, shit im jus bragging son, damaging managing to tame the beatbreak
I beat fakes, make em eat rakes, pour butane, in they intakes, and burn em for fucks sake
I raid the everglades with hand-grenades 2 machete blades plus a fresh fade control the whole game once my shit's played
They're destroying what we've been building with passion and feeling
Something that we were hoping to save for our children
Hip-Hop the music the way of life Real albums can't even see the day of light
cuz i hold emcee's like parolees and clients
understandable mandible smooth criminal logics
your wack on all bassless fact to faceless
the brutalist my mind truth you bottomless.. like tar pitts
where sewage shits and avalanche hits ...
im just bad like that...cave-inyour mind with a bat
rockin strapped.. banished up from canisters my click-clack
peace to all...
chewing gum emcee's get smothered in wrappers
fashion stained with shots for looking too dapper
you ain't Dan just an actor that forgot the script
anyone on some full-court pressure shit gets stripped
documents ripped cash gets pocketed quick
ran em to roads soon to die like out of water toads
your goal is gold but you moved wood
time to conclude snatch a ring when i'm in a robbin' mood
work is put in biting in the temple is forbidden
an act unforgiven you slaves up for bidding
the strongest, quickest, attack is given
pursue your purchase abduct your workers
focus off choking from smokers cough
Verbal van Gogh get-up and mosh
hot-mail to burn the hands off
it's war in the loft microscopic to your macintosh
hook
hard rhyme labor so the microphone is drippin' with sweat
from excessive heat as soon as i hit the stage for mic checks
verse two
Spittin verbal velvet, caress the mic then melt it
leaving sounds smelted, im the shit who smelled it?
fecal comparisons, shit im jus bragging son, damaging managing to tame the beatbreak
I beat fakes, make em eat rakes, pour butane, in they intakes, and burn em for fucks sake
I raid the everglades with hand-grenades 2 machete blades plus a fresh fade control the whole game once my shit's played
They're destroying what we've been building with passion and feeling
Something that we were hoping to save for our children
Hip-Hop the music the way of life Real albums can't even see the day of light
cuz i hold emcee's like parolees and clients
understandable mandible smooth criminal logics
your wack on all bassless fact to faceless
the brutalist my mind truth you bottomless.. like tar pitts
where sewage shits and avalanche hits ...
im just bad like that...cave-inyour mind with a bat
rockin strapped.. banished up from canisters my click-clack
peace to all...