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lights, camera, action! - rhyme & reason lyrics

[verse 1 – sammy j]
to get inside of hip-hop you dudes sold keys
i just pick locks
rolled with the new didn’t slang chris rocks
but i’m never scared or p-ssed off
i’m chiller than a frigid sloth in flip flops
so i just spit lots like slip knot
keep the flow fresh like its zip locked
and i keep time, watch, like tick tock
got my eyes low and my kicks up like silva
i might just have a key, though on lock
so i spit fire and rocket like lift off so
take me to the tip top look out below from here
i see thoguh what you need yo’s is a hero
and i think im the one like neo or d rose
dont blink, got three i’s like filipinos
and i mean no harm but i still wanna kick it
so i pivet rip it and then i bolt like a rivet
so, catch me being fly like ribbet, get it?
fire on my tongue, smoke you camels, when im spittin
or i might just be lying through my t–th like a griffin
i’m kidding i’m just a horse below the waist i’m a cen-taur

[verse 2 – tommy t]

i hop out of bed swinging swords like a ronin
dispose of foes who get thrown into the ocean
bro i know i’m exploding
out here tryin’ to get banks like cody
had superfluous bars lying around like king midas
i’ve seen sterling don’t tell me what ice is
arch her back cause i work for isis
slept with lana last night and came twice kid
your down and out like elevator p-ssengers
apertures expand as if the p-ssy wasn’t amateur
break backs like bad chiropractors
stand out in the scene like loud silent actors
making women drip when i mention gryffindor
give a d-ck to widows cause i’m sick n more
of these princesses i’m focused on high scores
at trader joes these couples are eyes sores
i need a cho chang and a game like quiddich
no chains just an insane range of rhythm
intervene with intravenous cleanness
responsible dog walkers you ain’t seen sh-t
like a ninja evade police secretly
send mc’s home with low self esteem and bleeding knees
keep things indecent we don’t need a jesus
so f-ck a savior hip hop needs us, rnr

verse 3 – mc dask

yeah i’m just hard to capture
cause this b-st-rd’s absent
like pastors after the rapture
you could never match my stature
the facts are i’m a fat rapper
you’re a wack -ss actor
and all you do is act dapper
you bad backpacker
you got your facts backwards
but yo i’m as cold as nova scotia
dudes think they know the flow
but they’re just h0m-phobic
cause they can’t take my mandates
those brand name bland fake brand flakes
are gonna need band-aids after the handshakes
cause i can smash man into pancakes
my fan base is non-existent
but b-tch i’m persistent
i can stay sick even against some stiff opposition
and it’s thanks to my hip hop addiction
yeah i’m drooling for the mic
basketball the way i got dribbles
that’s why my hot spittle
tends to send men to the hospital
cause they got brittle bones
and i’m pr-ne to throw stones that are not little
so when they scream stop it’ll be
another excuse to put on my green suit
and just continue to drop riddles

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