LYRICS

[Hook: Poops and (Automatic)] ...meaning of LYRICS? (Ayyo, Poops, put me on) Live, Young, Real Individuals Creating Songs [Verse 1: Automatic] My ill Thoughts taking rappers out for the sport Finding you guilty of lyric fraud, wrap cord, missions Abort. I distort mind frames like migraines ‘Cause my brains be on some flip shit like [?] Higher than nine planes, emcees are losing in my timeframe Grabbing this mic, I ain’t trying to [?]. I’ll leave your eyes flamed Flexing your knees, I’ll make you fiend like a weed spot Let off, like, three Glocks at three cops, making your knees knot Like hitting G-spots, I got a passion for this rhyme shit Kicking divine skits, refine wits to make your mind think So never test ‘cause I’ll be blessing mics like preachers With cellies and beepers for life subtraction in the feature Accelerating the LS faster than FedEx ‘cause, once My head’s vexed, I’m hanging more niggas than friends of rednecks Peeping, your head sweats. My prophecy’s hotter than rough sex Yo, what’s the next step? This small test is like taking your death Amnesia and stress, bringing light to dark in pathways Your words are halfway. If rhymes was man, then you would be gay Niggas be slayed. These NutraSweet niggas that step up Be getting hexed up when I flex cuts, so, yo, who’s next up? [Verse 2: Poops] How should I start this? Well, from the beginning of The margin, roll only retarded. Flows sharp Enough to carve in your skull, so when they dig up your bones Your skeleton’ll have a story told, cemeteries Are episodes—so much data, computers are bound to over- -load. When it comes to mics and words, the al- -mighty Poops be drinking from oceans with icebergs (Those are) (Some nice words) Hip hop sureshot, one, two, one, two Mic check. I’ll recite stress on top Of soundwaves like a crest. I’ll write this rhyme And trife is the designing, a page of rage, a line Maze making a paradise of Riker’s Island So tell adolescents breaking the law that there’s a place Unsafe [?] 74. Yo, this Is raw [Hook: A-Butta and (Pumpkinhead)] Yo, what’s The true meaning of LYRICS? (Yo, A, put me on) It means Live, Young, Real Individuals Creating Songs [Verse 3: Pumpkinhead] You better Jet like airplanes. I’ll get in your head like a migraine Sideways, I’ll hold the mic to recite and bust through your eye rays That’s for talking more shit than an asscrack to a tulips Pumpkinhead’s never off like the dialogue on Kungfu flicks So cool it. So if you’re clogging up your imagination, dropping All that garbage, yo, I’ll take you out like sanitation If you don’t take off like vacation, this narration’s by The Great One. High, exalted, we pull off the Freestyle like computer hacker. Niggas in this business got no Taste like, uh, saltine crackers. I’ll Battle Stars like Galactica Spreading your remains in the perimeter, 360’s my Diameter. Connecting like long-distance phone-rings, I’ll make You fiend like Jodeci when JoJo and K-Ci’s flows sync Battles are uncomfortable like toe-rings. I’ll blow this whole thing Dead tones are what you hear from this zone. My challengers Raspy, cheaper than Coby headphones. I’m deep like baritone My clique comes together like losing vinyls, and your Crew is annoying like 8AM wakeup call reminders [Verse 4: A-Butta] Yo, it’s The A-dash-B-U-double-T-A. I Grab the microphone and let my butter skills spray. Every Day, my mind grows, my Elements combine flows, I shine Like nickel-dime hoes sporting fine clothes. A be on The low like undercover five-O’s at train stops. I’ll be Writing lyrics while you’ll be jerking off to Baywatch. I make props Up in this Place like Melrose, freaky like lesbos Got you open like [?], contesting SO’s Rep flows when I bless the mic fatter than cellulite My Natural Elements strikes, then we set them right. Like rich Niggas, don’t mess around or get down with bitch niggas. I switch Flows like an alcoholic switch liquors, I flip Scriptures like biblical preachings, I give niggas physical Beatings, my brain triggers [?], I’ve Been mistreating emcees like drunk, abusive husbands, I’m Used to writing rhymes like thugs been used to hustling, I’ll Seduce percussion when I’m thrusting, my crew is busting A-Butta without a mic is like New York without corruption [Hook: Automatic, A-Butta, Pumpkinhead, and Poops] [Automatic and (A-Butta)] Yo, what’s The true meaning of LYRICS? (Automatic, put me on) It means Live, Young, Real Individuals Creating Songs [Pumpkinhead and (Poops)] Yo, what’s The true meaning of LYRICS? (PH, put me on) It means Live, Young, Real Individuals Creating Songs [Outro: Automatic] A combination of skills, nah’m saying? Relics, Natural Elements, The Plague in the lab, y’all. Word up, nah’m saying?