Stay Lo Lyrics - Arsonists

[Verse One: Q-Unique] 

Has it ever occurred to you that you wasn't meant to grab the mic 

and kick a rhyme, son I think you're wastin' time 

If you was light you wouldn't shine when asked to sign the dotted line 

Tell 'em sorry you must decline, nah never mind 

I'ma tag you with this loaded {nine} 

Now see normally I wouldn't resort to but since you spit I had to abort you 

Tall nigga to short you slash your vocals, stop your raps from being spoken 

Crush your knuckles leavin' ya mic grabbin' hand broken 

I'm out to damage you like a shiesty manager (buahahaha) 

Chase you down the stairs, cut you off when I leaped over the banister 

Cornered, it can be, you can't flee 

Can't stand to see 'cause nigga you can't emcee 

The platinum plaque recipient suffered a twisted fate like chubby checker 

being lynched off the goldengate bridge over troubled water 

The colonel giving orders smash the juke up for its quarters 

Go unpause ya tape recorders 

[Chorus: Q-Unique] 

Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe 

Toy mic you play flow 

Start a rap career, that shit is way no 

Start a rap career, that shit is way no 

Toy mic you play flow 

Don't ask 'em to say hoe, stay low 

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Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe 

Toy mic you play flow 

Start a rap career, that shit is way no 

Stay low, don't ask 'em to say HOE 

Thought to start a rap career, that shit is way no 

[Verse Two: Swel Boogie] 

I pound the final round *ding* 

Bring on the trouble clown, how you sound? 

You think I'm lower than dirt? I'm double down 

for whatever the case is, whatever the place is 

We sever the stages, you could never come face this 

Arsonist and Non-phix rollin' with convicts that want chicks 

but make sure they the bomb tricks 

that don't complain, about any position 

Heads or tails I'ma win in any decision 

The mission is impossible for you to get it 

Complete, so dead it, delete it or I'ma.. set it, I'm heated 

I'm must proven guilty for murder 'cause rhymes I be killin' it 

If tracks I ain't feeling it than I don't wanna deal with it 

[Q-Unique] 

Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe 

[Verse Three: Jise One] 

Low brim shadow my eyes (code red) rockin' a steel toe show 

Bold to visualize mo' live antagonize size 

Most cats fall off the face then come back to be surprised (why?) 

Sly Stone the mic to enterprise, true lies within you small fries 

Most egos that grow to be loose change, I despise that (why?) 

There two kinds that draw the fine lines between the biz and rhymes 

You breed greed to try mock mine ('cause I define the true times, why?) 

The records B.I. grime shit don't get the air 

You fear us nothing but bare time then show signs you're not aware (why?) 

Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe 

A million sold don't make you pro, that's why we hold it for our pyros 

(Chorus)