whatever - stephen schwartz lyrics
[intro: raekwon (black mas)]
fightin’ like a lost soul (word, they can’t fight)
herb raps, word up son (they can’t fight this)
knowhatimsayin? gotta run through this at all times
you hear me, (word up) right, yeah (so we understandin’ this sh-t)
aight, word, knawhatimean? (bring that sh-t back)
[chorus: raekwon]
whatever dunn, show ’em, represent how you do yours
connect four, major n-ggas, float, do tours
it’s like this, check out the marvelous cats who bust, only us
red rums, slide through, dunn, what, who bumped it, what?
[wicked]
aiyo, it’s the l.o.’s and the chef, cookin’ up some marvelous
servin’ n-ggas whoever cuz they impatiently starve for this
apocalypse upon your cl!cks for tryin’ to change over
i write my rhymes top of line, like f-ckin’ range rovers
i aim cobras wit wind blowers, international flame throwers
wipe out your whole territory, and leave your smell in strange odors
i bring folders, to the real hip hop
so try to front up on my cl!ck, and kid, you will get dropped
i build this poppest disaster, crash your land flash
i “flex” like funk, then i “flash” like grandmaster
ask you who the nicest, on mic devices
my lyrical crisis’ll have you seein’ “illusions” like cypress
you bite this, wanna write this, so i might just
teach you like them “teachers”, that’s “poor” and “righteous”
sit you down and recite this, i like this
my crew shinin’ wit tight sips, ya’ll fools want
from a taste of red rum, wit a slight twist of lou diamond
i rule rhymin’, ain’t no if, ands, about that
ask n-ggas around the way, you can beat me
they be like, “nah, i doubt that”
he’s dangerous, don’t try to follow, i’m sure to loose you
i hit you wit tons and pounds of heavy sh-t like yokozuna
get you growin’ tumor, for tryin’ think about my fly sh-t
and f-ckin’ wit this and you ain’t gotta be livin’ the fast life to die quick
[chorus]
[black mas]
yo, clear the way and bring your crews, about to ship on to michigan
got you twitchin’ kid, official gear, got you b-tchin’ kid
pay attention, kid, we get low down wit four down lyrical styles
go down, wit more grounds, you tow down, we blow sh-t
oh sh-t, flip, we control sh-t, we roll thick
play me close, kid, get your dome split
wit chrome grips, collected thought, style of all sorts
playin’ n-ggas like sports, on courts, holdin’ down fort
n-gga soft, takin’ virginity from n-ggas daughters
you be, b., i ain’t havin’ it, like baseheads wit nine dollars and four quarters
i’m bringin’ drama to your grounds, keep it rugged raw
before you battle me, go to apollo and rub that f-ckin’ log
i eight-six and knock your -ss out the boxing rings
n-gga, f-ckin’ up backs like beds wit no backspring
[chorus]
[raekwon]
what’s the cake? he tried to front of dope mink
this no name n-gga wit game, straight outta spain
sh-ll blowers, we cardiac arrest elbowers
rock rovers, like hangin’ above god shoulder
yea, we gettin’ ours, you flower head cats is cowards
we buckin’ birds like adina howard
rich n-ggas allow it, you know it done right, black
bulletproof ski hats, siamese, beings wit the dezack
the dice rollers, the motorola glock holders
yo, hold this, six hundred benz n-ggas for soldiers
we top notch, rocky watch, blood son, guzzle spots
gl-ss spot, run in your b-tch, smack your pops
mack style to this, murder one style, sh-t’s miraculous
half of this, i’m hittin’ at home wit indianopolis
[chorus 2x]
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