Lyrics
Cant understand some of these
Rhyming in circles
Now patriotic emcees
On bent knees
By six degrees
Lord have mercy
Even the voice of god rehearses
Attack of the 50 ft verses
Super mama this time around, gotta few curses
Papa gotta new bag of can't get
Worse comes to worse
Cant get enough
Of tryin' it
Sayin' nothing goin' no place no time soon
But buyin' it
Like gettin' in a car without drivin' it
Still black rock the wax like stax
I rip, I mix
Full screen like IMAX
So I max
Relax
Off the deep end
Get deep in the record
100 beats per second
Cut down the like rhymes
'Cause they get redundant
Refuse to stoop to stupid
'Cause they dumped it
Down
Like Motown
Say it loud
Damn
Like I'm the new James Brown uh
Put it up, put it up, put it up, put it up, put it up, put it up, put it up, put it up
Rocked the concoction
A potion of too much emotion
Uh, I'm a keep it in motion
Call it whatcha wanna
Bus stop, electric slide cha-cha
Funky 16 corners
Hot like Gill Scott blues
But damn too old for 22s
But I can still move
Groove
Let's roll
You can't do your thing
If your things the wrong thing
Tax the payers
Stack paper
But you failed as an eighth grader
Dumb ass
Failed every math class
Plus I know this like Otis
I like to know
Are you ready for some super dynamite soul
F -it, that's how it goes?
Beyond the cornrows
If i cant talk, get to steppin
Tougue can be a tool and weapon
Listen