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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lyrics Born
Lyrics Born
Performer
Dj D Sharp
Dj D Sharp
Scratches
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T. Shimura
T. Shimura
Songwriter
D. Robinson
D. Robinson
Songwriter
Lyrics Born
Lyrics Born
Arranger
Dj D Sharp
Dj D Sharp
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lyrics Born
Lyrics Born
Mixing Engineer
Count
Count
Editing Engineer
Dj D Sharp
Dj D Sharp
Producer
Johannes Luley
Johannes Luley
Engineer
LB
LB
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
From the gate, what you know about rappin', motherfucker?
You can't even hold the microphone without it feed-backing
Since the days of speed rappin', I've been snappin' cats' spinal bones
Embarrass them in front of women, take their little titles home
[Verse 2]
Bear in mind, I come from an era in time
Where you actually had to have lyrics that rhyme
Let my baritone grind your insides
Paralyze your cerebellum
Throwin' your reality out of alignment
[Verse 3]
Flippin' shit on some pimp shit, on some rock shit
Some rap rock testosterone rip shit
Look inside every magazine you read about me
Got an excerpt, your sissy ass crew's afraid to say the fucking F-word
Tired of playin' games
I don't know the password
How's about this? Open up the damn cash drawer
Throw the keys on the dashboard
Let the real players play this shit
Y'all can fucking wretch up
[Verse 4]
Pack up, get started walkin'
Fall back now on your losses
You can't accomplish, but you won't defeat no contest, baby
[Verse 5]
Forfeit, don't rock the pulpit
Chalk this up as a conquest
Some things is sacred
I don't play with my stage or my audience
[Verse 6]
Smooth talkin', charismatic, ass ill
Talk yo' lady outta bra
Honda hatchback, hand held, y'all starved
And I'm dangling a shrimp by the fan tail
Whole audience about to fall over the hand rail
[Verse 7]
I can't tell, is that rapping?
Dude, sound like a fucking parrot just crash landed
Man, this shit is ass backwards these days, real crazy
I can count on one hand cats that's truly creative
[Verse 8]
And the rest is all get along, go along guys
Happy not to get involved, just along for the ride
No vision, no drive, spirit, or wherewithal
You can get mad and stay mad at that, I don't care at all
[Verse 9]
Huge pair of balls, keep 'em cool under a parasol
Paragon of my era like Sarah Vaughan
How many different kind of tracks have y'all heard me on?
Exactly, and I served 'em all
[Verse 10]
Pack up, get started walkin'
Fall back now on your losses
You can't accomplish, but you won't defeat no contest, baby
[Verse 11]
Forfeit, don't rock the pulpit
Chalk this up as a conquest
Some things is sacred
I don't play with my stage or my audience
[Verse 12]
I spent ten years in these godforsaken rap trenches
With small daily victories, this shit's a game of inches
I sustained minor injuries, scuffles with the missus
For the change to make history, I don't regret it for a minute
[Verse 13]
Seein' cats drop a small fortune on a plush ride
Couple years later, fools is upside down
Tell me, what the fuck did you get in this game for?
It's like a whole world of squirrels, only one acorn
[Verse 14]
I don't usually like to take it back
But realistically, if this was a different era
Y'all would fail miserably
Ghetto team, I'm goin' in
Take me down fifty feet
I'd never let this industry put me in the guillotine
[Verse 15]
Rappelled down the skyscraper, kickin' in the plexiglass
Plastique on the safe, boom, blown to Leningrad
Stuff the cash and the formula in the fifty bag
Slide down the rope, twenty stories, hail a taxi cab
[Verse 16]
Pack up, get started walkin'
Fall back now on your losses
You can't accomplish, but you won't defeat no contest, baby
[Verse 17]
Forfeit, don't rock the pulpit
Chalk this up as a conquest
Some things is sacred
I don't play with my stage or my audience
Written by: D. Robinson, T. Shimura, Will Williams
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