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tone loc - hanneh barbareh lyrics

verse 1

(redd lettaz)

real bars no hoopla
now take it to the tummy like kombucha
ciara with the syllables, with them i end a future
of rappers that subpar, thus far i can bend words to my will, it’s called lyrical kama sutra
born in the village, of maywood, a hood
with no tolerance zero tillage
that’s a inside joke, you’ll get choked if you imply smoke
you’ll get yoked egging me on
so change your approach or get poached
y’all kelby dawson, get you a rap coach nucca
cause i’m chitown’s unsung shang tsung
morph into a style you can toast nucca…
i’m a stoke of anomaly, changing minds every quote’s a lobotomy
and a comedy, implying my punchlines and comedic time
when i rhyme, so i’m ‘chi’ stimuli kinda b
since i’m 708 and i make brains take a leap
emcees p*ssing me off, i couldn’t take a leak for a week drinking cranberry juice in my sleep via iv
don’t make me chi*ali
these grown man bars buddy let me see id
you just in it for the views, wanna be aubrey
i’m just in it ‘cause it’s inside me
i know you didn’t catch that drake line entirely
i was stretching some call me dhalsim
seem like a tall order like a tux tailor*made for yao ming
i’m a wild thing
insert tone loc *lets do it,*
right now you scrunching up ya face
and you gon’ need a brace for what your neck doing
so tell tariq i’m the next movement
like two men and a truck on the way
by the way, on me you should stop snoozing…
verse 2

(sha stimuli)

stop snoozing, and wake up
like the ending of school daze
you know i’m quick to bust/bus like the end of the school day
i lift the youth up and put an end to the fool phase
‘cause all they hear about is pills, trapping, and tool spraying
if i mention sticks and chalk, it’s not pool play
i’m not acting like a school play, i’m bringing doomsday
outlining bodies, like i’m trying to make the news wave
apologizing now ‘cause i do stray
bullets go in various places like garbage rappers or the aryan nation
or give you lines to show my clear innovation
talk about the k!ller cops the vicious plot to try to bury our faces
inside the earth while i prepare generations
i’m lifting porterhouses, ribeyes, sirloins up in my plate
consuming beef while i’m raising the steaks
if you decide to come at me, you better pray that your wake is, involving opened eyes wide and not some make*up that’s caked
rocking your last suit with the nice tie with the windsor knot
battle my reflection, only question if he wins or not
everybody else is just a travesty, a tragedy, a traffic accident with casualties where massive engines stop
i remember when we developed pictures in photo shops
now people lie and embellish their lives with photoshop
witnesses of incidents don’t assist, it’s a photo opp
i can see the words when i’m spitting sorta like robocop
i fought against death, it got upset and left the room
i used to think the way to win was having nothing left to lose
when those crips started flipping
the shots didn’t hit but i dripped blood on my scriptures
so i’m red letters two
confidence is mixed with c*cky
godliness is in my body
giving y’all these bars to keep my mama out the prison lobby
done with doing dirt, what i’ve accomplished, should astonish, my desire to be clean’s the only time i’m labeled wishy*washy
this is sloppy but it’s obvious my birth defects have turned me to a perfect wreck
be grateful for this urban lecture, verse projector
when my words connect, you get enlightened
y’all was looking for the plug, keep the plug, i’m the surge protector
good god

- hanneh barbareh lyrics

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