Crab Rappers

(chorus)

Crab rappers!, You need to shut your mouth you don't want none

You need to shut your mouth you don't want none...

(verse 1)

Yo! stoned is the wake of the walk, I know you feel me

My crew might be sway, yo, but I can see you clearly

Smilin', while you robbin' me for my stylin'

You need to stop, before you find your grave on Long Island

I'm pilin', blowin' stacks, closin' racks

It's all Non here, over ruffneck tracks

I'm on a mission, dismissing, all that ass kissin'

Before my lyrics burn a hole in your neck, that's what I'm wishing

I'm tapping spines along with your mind

Cause I made you feel good when I rocked your whole 'hood

My soul run deep, like a crack in the street

I keep it real, so you can feel, my true skills

100%, like Absolute, Get gin, you want to blend with the new trend

I got you swaying, what's to say..., You never felt the really real

Let me run a tab, and let your ass pay the bill

(chorus)

(verse 2)

Now wait a minute, hold up, you still want to test me

I'm spraying out lyrics like water from a jet-ski

Oh no! You're still not stepping

Towards the same mic I rocked as soon as I crept in

Cause I been doing this thing for a whole lot longer

And if you want to rock the spot, you better funk stronger

Keep on, and I'ma have to unleash

The true funk baby that ain't nothing but a beast

You need practise. then again, it ain't worth it

My brain is a computer so that means I'm word perfect

Blowin' through the 'hood, just cold knockin' spots off

Get nothing but a chicken and Nonchalant's got your hot sauce

Play your cards right now you sweat the inner city

I got all the diamonds so hard so plus I got the kitty

You still want to test me, you must be gun simple son

I kick a funky flow like a bowl of rolled chilli's

(chorus)

(verse 3)

Now put your mind on the matter, to call your next batter

I'm knockin' home runs in your ass so what's the matter