Sum Shit I Wrote lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics Sum Shit I Wrote lyrics Marks I erase like racism, I m as large as a bigot Groove is my escapism, when I m bubbly I just kick it What I need from you is understanding that I m standing On my own two, down with my own crew Toe cancer, I m bad to the bone too, I m prone to snap off When I m off that Cognac I can t hold back like a massouse I get loose like a screw turned from left right to tight When it s time for some action I get Red s &quotTonight s Da Night" An eye for an eye, a life for his wife Dissected I m on some hi-tech shit computers want to bite Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct I m with the fam and ran scams, me and Murray got up on big links And if knowledge is the key, goddammit I m the locksmith Started a missionary way on my life, the mic I rust like bostage I switch styles like a channel with controls that are remote Engage in a page, and with words I elope Walking down the aisles with styles I freak the viles Anti-Nazi when I rocks like a Z-28 At any rate, brothers gain interest because I loaned them microphones They couldn t house the shit so they had to rent to own It s like that, coming from the go rapper I wanna bone Jada Pinkett and that hoe Patra So keep on, and you don t, now come on Ah keep on, and you don t Sometime when I m alone in my room I stare at the wall And in the back of my mind I hear a wack-ass rhyme And I catch Alz-rhymers, then forget it, I get charged Like a nigga in position with the stolen card the credit Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene I m trying to edit My mellows call me &quotNever", they be like &quotNever s going to get it" Never s too much, I m much too, I do justice to poetics That s why cats be like &quotFuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" Other studs come through to see what I am up to They be on the dick of crew that be giving us sweet and buying us fruit Like Kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out because they look Rest in peace to ?Heavena?, washing tons of rappers like Booker Tee told me &quotYou gotta get out of the crib, get into the world" How you going to come off with the style that s thourough? It s like that, keep on, ha ha It s like that, keep on My foundation is in black block of niggas that rock they hat cock I m real like a fight with my rap, rappers I slapbox Back I got my rap, now get your glock out the black face Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rat race is a rat race Just cause you got Adidas with the fat laces and the fro don t make you hip-hop You sorry excuse for funk rap Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that The real shit s starting to come back The Go is where I m from and where I m at, jack I started eating cat when I was 10 Before dinner I was getting big dog like Glen Robinson I don t see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind But comes a time when you gotta get off of that booty The facts of life I didn t learn from watching Tootie But living in the big city but I still like Tootie cause she got big titties My style is steep, I write rhymes on the incline Splat guts plus fat nuts and lay up like a crib line I m slamming, jamming on the one I m a bad man, you re just a good son, come on song lyrics