When it's time for me to recline
I listen to rhymes and beats in the waves of the spine
to the brain
relievin' pain & anguish
the stangest arrays make me sway and make my day brighta
the hip hop envia.
write arrive a little soona
check the soles on my Pumas
my attitude is miserable
cause in my mind I'm sayin' here's a fool I don't like
I won't strike his ass in the face
I'm blastin' the bass in my headphones
a fool don't have to get his head flown
why waste time with rhymes?
I get straight to the point
like I HATE when funk's in the joint
the hip hop is playin'
sprintin' in to spray men
don't threaten me
or you won't be able to see
when I gouge ya eyes out
I despise doubt
on your part
like I won't stab you in your heart
my flow is drastic
serious, sarcastic
my motto is,
"Phuck with me & get your ass kicked."
And that's the key to understandin' me
and if they cool then the foot is what you'll be brandin', B
yeah...
[BRIDGE:]
"Check It ooooout!" (Repeat)
I love to peep a rhyme
first of all I'm seein' if my man can keep the time
if he go off beat, and it's on purpose
he gotta come back on the beat
or the effort is worthless
I like ot hear a cool flow
but if it's identical to another, he a fool for it
ya gotta build,
upon skills
and all that copy that most popular rapper shit can get killed
I like a nigga who is quick witted
cause it make me feel like I do, when I come from where my dick
splitted
and I admit it, it's a joy
