Antelope

[Verse 1: Dirty J]

Well, my, hat brim might be worn a little too low

You're too slow, what the fuck do you really think you know

I do so, and every rhyme that I spit is just so crucial

Like Metamucil, I kill some rhymes that I'm used to

You park so high and mighty, but I'm not mighty high

Duddy smoke you out with weed and leave your mouth fucking dry

Cause some of them rappin', clappin', laughin'

Always beer tappin', fuckin' dorkette slapping

Be ridiculous at how I'm trippin'

Is all I'm thinking is this the best MC that you can find

I shine like some moonlight through the pine

Yo, and even if you were wine

I'd still stay dope up with my line

[Verse 2: Duddy B]

Well if you generally irie

Then roll with the stylie

Duddy "smokin' Cali green leaf 'til I die" B

Leave me alone when I'm chilling in my home

Yo, I'm smooth like a Schwinn and I shine like the chrome

Of its fender, remember this microphone defender

Return your shit to sender cause no one wants to hear it

Yo, your lyrics are weak and yes your spirit's meek

And you an ignant motherfucker, yes it shows when you speak

You're a wicked disappointment, your rhymes need some ointment

The crowd at your shows always laughing and pointin'

Leavin' and blewin', my boy has been groovin'

And I'm still backstage just smokin' and boozin'

Confusin' the sets, save the best for my choosin'

I'm choosin' the rest so you're losin'

[Verse 3: Dirty J + Duddy B]

Well, don't forget about the down and dirty southern Cali flow

Just open the melody and let the rhythm go

I'm hoofing up the track just like a bouncing antelope

And soften up your Skoal just like a ripened cantaloupe

Because the west (west) coast (coast) knows how to kill it

Yo, and y'all (y'all) know (know) when its time to feel it

Yo, we make it right (make it right)

So we up all night (up all night)

Until it's tight (until it's tight)

Until it's tight (until it's tight)

A bohemian rhapsody, these syllables after me

With lyrical chastity and verbally blasphemy

The illest we have to be, with musical masterpiece

So come on and clap with me, so come on and clap with me

(So come on and clap with me)

Just come on and clap with me

(So come on and clap with me)

Yo, just come on and clap with me

[Verse 4: Dirty J]

Once upon a time in the neighborhood

There was a little dirty boy that was up to no good

He had a chip in his tooth and a mic in his hand

He had a dirty-ass head from the beach and the sand

He said, I just got out of the water and I'm late for school

I asked Duddy to skip and he said, that's cool

So we went to the liquor store, got ourselves some Magnums

Rollin' down the street, yeah, you know we brown bagged 'em

With the 50s on top and the 20s on bottom

Said we rollin' through my hood, yeah, you know we got 'em

Sucker MCs wanna battle me, but that's okay

I tell 'em, don't fuck around because we don't play

I sang rock out with my cock out, I got balls of steel

Hear me clanking down the street like a bag of beer

Said the dance off session, gonna start right here

Duddy B, grab the wheel, cause I can't steer

You got 20-inch rims and they spinnin' when you stop

Said I don't give a fuck, kill it when the beat drops

Cause that's what I respect, to all you knuckle heads and derelicts

Just jammin down the sound with the syllables and intellect

Maybe not the intellect, but the syllables are clean

And I leave you in the desert with an empty canteen

While I be rippin' shows from here to Galapagos

And I be pickin' foes like I'm pickin' a fro

And all you chicken head hoes

That come to picket my shows

You got to go