Lyric Fathom

歌詞

(Gift Of Gab): Rappers step to me like I'm a doormat Check the format, I pour raps Not your average everyday hardcore act actin' I'm like a mac 10, a uzi and a AK-47 Rollin' with crazy kids like Bebe Mayday mayday, I used to listen to KDAY in my heydays I ride the bus with a dream of one day lampin' inside of a Mercedes Benz with sheepskin interior And two fifteens, and to rip means to get creamed I'm large as a hippopotamus, trip, I gotta dis Sip a bottomless cup of brew and I'm getting raw to this If a rapper tries to step, I rip and slaughter his ass Some shit, he oughta just swallow his pride and get to following this I'm marvelous like Marvin Haggler in his prime I carve kids like a dagger with my mind I start shit with rappers who can't rhyme I spark spliffs cuz I don't stagger when I'm high But when I'm drunk I do, punk I do not acknowledge wackness I gotcha grandma doin' backflips and tumbles I rumble through the jungle with Ollie and Frasier Call me the savior of hip hop I rip shop and get my proppers Come get with this ak, my style is akwards I never mock words, I talk towards the inner city youth Revealing it, the truth I'm feeling that the proof is in the pudding I put men that would end hip hop in my shop and I torture Chorus: Check out my lyric fathom Check it brothers, really, check it out (Gift Of Gab): As I walk through the jungle with a knife on my ankle Taking lives, skip will shank you lyrically Apparently niggas wanna sleep still Keep still, I'm packin' the a heap of skills I'm rhyming to keep an ill mind, Saddam type shit Your arm might get snapped like a twig Rap like a nig-gero possessed thorough The astonishing mission, dishing pain Fishing in brains, plain lynching niggas bitchin' So take a ride, I'd abide by my rules Cuz fools I had duels with, I left them in the pool pit, I rule kids I'm a kamikaze bomb, drop a nigga with an arsenal of drama in my rhymes With the tracks and backs and heads is broken to pieces Rapture's phat, ya dead, ya croaked I wrote this piece as just a little dedication to the rappers on the other level Budded out and looking into space, a new frontier And I can probably bet cha that we got anything you want here Cuz punk, we're the crew that make you cheer The two that make you fear and send you back to the rear We're here CHORUS (Gift Of Gab): I flip and I rip shit I whip and I dip shit With the lyrical form, I did kick it slick I'm gifted, I'm ripping a nitwit to shreds Get the Feds to arrest me for slaughtering emcees That's right, on my testicles Come get a little array of the skill supreme Wanna defeat me? My nigga, you should kill the dream The noise, the boys, the count, everybody When I drop fat styles that ain't your simple blahzay blah Lodi Dodi average Joe Simpleton with a average flow Have to go after you jugular Then shit gets uglier Man I hope you take heed I'm making brain cells bleed in excess amount of hemoglobin I rap, yes I'm out to see you bobbin' ya noggin' I've been gobblin' niggas talkin' shit like Hagen-Daas Stompin' ‘em, mobbin' with the ill ass skill as seen On individuals who fiend for the real shit