Hard Core Rap Act

歌詞

Intro/Hook (x2) (*The hardcore rap act is back!*) (*Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin?*) HARDCORE!!! (*The hardcore rap act is back!*) (*No I, no I ain't smilin*) Verse 1: Dray Yo, yo I said it first with the verse to make these niggas wanna act up Smackin up the wack and Solid Scheme they hook the track up So back up or swing or you'll get stung by my stinger Heard that I was rich and now your bitch is on my dinger Then I swing the jungle shit so fuck the humble shit Kid I crumble shit, motherfuckers know I never fumble shit So bring your weapon or keep it steppin or hit the deck-in cos in a second I'ma pull a fuckin Tek-in Start rejectin em, affect em when I kick Y'all niggas think you're slick but y'all can suck my fuckin dick Y'all see me gettin busy wit my man and my DJ Strictly kickin facts and then we max like TJ Cos we play for keeps, my peeps they don't be flakin and if you wanna test well yes your bones is gettin breakin or broken, no jokin, I shoot them *?in them rise?* Fuckin with Das you wind up in hos- -pital, so bust my riddle when I reveal it If niggas wanna play around then stay around and feel it cos yo... Hook (x2) Verse 2: Skoob, Dray Now to my style there is no equal, boy I'm lethal like some tumours My crew be strokin bitches like I used to stroke my pumas wit my toothbrush, see I do just what I wanna I got that from my pops and from some niggas on the corner So you never catch me rappin about no shit like the Government but I be snappin on MC's like your bitch snap on double mega of a shotty and a burner and I keeps the 2 ready to hit you in your chest like Steve Young do Jerry Rice, be nice and stock slice by umbilical Knew that I would be the ill-form freaker of the syllables And son is rugged, you're gonna love it in an instant See I smoke blunts but yo my pops smokes Winstons Well it's the D-A-S, I can't forget the E-a F-a to the X so when I flex y'know I bein a fatter wrecker nigga on the mic with my strategy Kids is mad at me cos they ain't as fuck as bad as me I takes the best of them so fuck the rest of them I couldn't care less for them, I'm too fresh for them I just be wreckin shop and gettin busy, nigga check it Never actin broke cos yo I sold a fuckin record I'm too slick for dat, suck my big dick for that Don't try to trap my rap cos yo I'm too quick for that I got the recipe and yes it's me with my crewin So if you didn't know, well nigga this is how we do it Uhh Hook (x2) Verse 3: Skoob Abara-cadabara, return of the punk MC batterer I'm mad at the system like them niggas up in Attica From more ways and your ways I rip shit like dat Cos there's more ways son, you wanna skin a fuckin cat Yo it's the rootin-tootin-nig'-shoot-to-give nigga with the superdest flow, son you'll get no wins cos I been lurkin in the murky waters of my starvin shark style Ever since the days of the Clarks and the Argyles Quick I rip shit to bits like piranha When I blow up the spot wit more watts than Rolanda and when I come thru I'm hittin you up with the 1-2 Teks, flex raps like Bruce Lee flex the kung-fu Look at my tongue, do it what it feel like, get ill-like that fat nigga my game is all-skirt tight Use to fuck with shorty's wit the jelly playin celly now my name is on your flyers and my tyres ain't Pirrelli wit the chrome dip, so don't flip cos shit's gon' get heated up I'm weeded up, yo Dice I need a cut Bring it! Hook (x2) HARDCORE!!! *repeat*