Crocodile Smile - Track Review

[beautifulrock]

Crocodile Smile

The Worst of the Best of Copywrite
2007

Copywrite
U-God
Planet Asia

Count 5th, Jay-Notes



[Intro]

(Copywrite)

Yeah, uh, uh, uh, yeah, you know what
Uh, uh, uh, you know what, C-Dub, U-God, Planet A-a-a-a-Asia
Yeah, the O-Dot/Wu-Tang collabo, Midwest to the west coast
You know, back to the east coast, here we go

(Copywrite)

Top five, dead or alive, in heaven with God
Wherever you find, veteran, I'm never in sight
Triple Tupperware, double platinum, or bubble wrapping
Those unaware will shit their underwear for comin' at them
I'm the tenth wonder of the world, stay under with your girl
Her fume was supposed to cover, her room was supposed to mother
So I presume to both want it up in both their stomachs
With the same rubber, then switch and let them lick each others cummings
The illiterate one, illegitimate son of Attila the Hun
Killing the drums while I'm spittin' my ones
Your baby sitter hired, I let the kids admire
While I'm out getting higher than Richard Pryor in the kitchen fire
You say you spittin' fire, frickin' liar
Let the technicality be spittin' fire water while you flick a lighter
You see me? Please, I'm nice as fuck
So sink your teeth in the PCP and bite the dust

(U-God)

Yo, yo, dangerous, glamorous, chrome hammers I bust
Crush you for real, the Man of Steel will never rust
Smoke the double dutch, get your Benz bubble touched
I spend to much time in the cut creating
Turn it up, gangsta strut, pull up the station
Dance song sensation, back from vacation
Patiently waiting to throw you up in the trance
Extravagant lifestyle, where my audience
It makes more sense to play it loud
The essential crowd pleaser, black Caesar from the Nile
The alligator feet on, crocodile smile
At the top of the pile, guess who dropped in?
Come out the corner, fighting baby when I'm boxed in
Your eyes on the marksmen, slacks, baby shark skin
Rapping like Sharpton, arrested with charges
Smash bottles on boats, baby baby bon voyages

(Planet Asia)

Check out the autobiographies
Of real niggas in the field, killin' ya colonies
Once a product of the genocide of mental psychology
And torture, killed by a culture with no apologies
Fuck it, ayo I'm back on the grind again
Hand to hand hustle, and I work with the scientists
You fake niggas lookin' like snakes in a lions den
Flows colder then Iceland, deadly
My dialect's heavy with murder medleys
That's word to the Steady Gang, got my gold chain, military, we pick the berries
It's like I'm back for the honor
Do the math, it's universal, God warrants match your knowledge
Flow's crack regardless, from fat stacks to them greenbacks
I train hard and rap the hardest
The bravest, medallions murder, yeah, we on out of here
Battlin' niggas for earnings, serving up you cavalry

[beautifulrock]

This is pretty dope, Copywrite is sick on this.