Another One Of Those Songs
It's time to start shit
Roll out the carpet and turn up the stereo
Ladies and gents I'm proud to present the finest in sound and flow
The capital D hyphen S I S I V E F O R M A T
On the Beat... Servin' up hot shit for y'all to rock with and it don't stop till we fall apart
I try to stay away from a dope beat, 'coz every dope beat I've known I've been forced to headbutt it 'till it's nose bleeds
Like Steven Seagal in a pool hall with a pool ball in a sock fighting dope fiends
Breaking arms with my own two palms
And spit cold flows till my head to my toes freeze
Shit rappers stick needles into both knees, and try to rob my mojo to clone me
I own a flow so mean, I could send the hardest rapper running home, in soiled briefs
So don't provoke me to kick ass or you'll watch the rest of the show crying, clutching torn cheeks
Here's a warning, I spit harder than waking up after a porn dream, at fourteen
I'm so fresh and so clean, y'all could serve a four course meal to royalty on my corned feet
It's another one of those songs
I haven't heard one in so long, so
Somebody please tell the disc jock to
Turn the volume up just a little bit
Where the MC thinks he's so hot
And makes us say 'HO' wavin' both arms, so
Somebody please tell the disc jock to
Turn the volume up just [a little bit,] + [I'm like a Live..]
Show with every new song
Got you and your mom screaming 'YOU ROCK!' at your boom-box
Moshing on your living room floor, raising two palms, and stage-diving off your boob-tubes top
Like Tom Cruise in a dress shirt and tube-socks
And yelling 'BO!' like the strings in my shoes' knots
In a frenzy, eyeballs bulging
Like seeing MJ introduce the moonwalk
Makin' disc jocks give my old records a resurrection
Like 2Pac's new doc
So don't hate coz your crews flopped
I got nothin' you can hold, you're a figure-skaters tube-top
I got a buzz like a crew cut
That gets listeners hyped when my tune drops
And makes large crowds jump like balloon pops
And trust me, it ain't the first time like a used.....
It's another one of those songs
I haven't heard one in so long, so
Somebody please tell the disc jock to
Turn the volume up just a little bit
Where the MC thinks he's so hot
And makes us say 'HO' wavin' both arms, so
Somebody please tell the disc jock to
Turn the volume up just a little bit...
Roll out the carpet and turn up the stereo
Ladies and gents I'm proud to present the finest in sound and flow
The capital D hyphen S I S I V E F O R M A T
On the Beat... Servin' up hot shit for y'all to rock with and it don't stop till we fall apart
I try to stay away from a dope beat, 'coz every dope beat I've known I've been forced to headbutt it 'till it's nose bleeds
Like Steven Seagal in a pool hall with a pool ball in a sock fighting dope fiends
Breaking arms with my own two palms
And spit cold flows till my head to my toes freeze
Shit rappers stick needles into both knees, and try to rob my mojo to clone me
I own a flow so mean, I could send the hardest rapper running home, in soiled briefs
So don't provoke me to kick ass or you'll watch the rest of the show crying, clutching torn cheeks
Here's a warning, I spit harder than waking up after a porn dream, at fourteen
I'm so fresh and so clean, y'all could serve a four course meal to royalty on my corned feet
It's another one of those songs
I haven't heard one in so long, so
Somebody please tell the disc jock to
Turn the volume up just a little bit
Where the MC thinks he's so hot
And makes us say 'HO' wavin' both arms, so
Somebody please tell the disc jock to
Turn the volume up just [a little bit,] + [I'm like a Live..]
Show with every new song
Got you and your mom screaming 'YOU ROCK!' at your boom-box
Moshing on your living room floor, raising two palms, and stage-diving off your boob-tubes top
Like Tom Cruise in a dress shirt and tube-socks
And yelling 'BO!' like the strings in my shoes' knots
In a frenzy, eyeballs bulging
Like seeing MJ introduce the moonwalk
Makin' disc jocks give my old records a resurrection
Like 2Pac's new doc
So don't hate coz your crews flopped
I got nothin' you can hold, you're a figure-skaters tube-top
I got a buzz like a crew cut
That gets listeners hyped when my tune drops
And makes large crowds jump like balloon pops
And trust me, it ain't the first time like a used.....
It's another one of those songs
I haven't heard one in so long, so
Somebody please tell the disc jock to
Turn the volume up just a little bit
Where the MC thinks he's so hot
And makes us say 'HO' wavin' both arms, so
Somebody please tell the disc jock to
Turn the volume up just a little bit...