Shooby Dooby WaWa Wa Wa. I poo in me pants. i crawl eat da crumbs. wit da ants. play me dreadred. bagpipe horn. till her pussy. is saggy and worn.. i usually don;t.
[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro]. There was a curious secretive streak in the man,. which led to many dramatic effects - but left even his.
My man.. he said.. could he create a soundbomb?. Say that's a good question. . * evidence, I'm bringin it *. * rakka, iri-science, rapid-fire how I transmit *.
This is self defense. x2. This ain't no threat man, ???. This is self defense. Ain't no tough guy talk,. we're just doing what we have to. . [Verse 1 - Iriscience].
See I think a wack rapper needs to catch service. I think a wack DJ needs to be nervous. . Yo my DJ's so nice he don't slice he severs. (Evidence: Bab's, forgive 'em).
I'm transmittin' live. I'm transmittin' live. I'm transmittin' live. Do not attempt to adjust your dial. Satellite radio. . Fuck the minors, this here's the major leagues.
* hard to find white label, but 2:58 long on napster. . [intro: rakaa iriscience]. Yo.. it's like this man. Every once in a while when motherfuckers pop off at the lip.
[Intro: Ghostface Killah sample (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]. New York City stand up, Staten Island stand up. New York City stand up (don't you bother me, don't you bother me).
Sing the song, sing along with me. Sing the song, sing the song with me. . When I'm with you baby, tell me why, tell me so. I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low.
Oh baby I like it raw. Yeah baby I like it raw. Oh baby I like it raw. Yeah baby I like it raw. . Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam shimmy ya. Gimme the mic so I can take it away.
Oh baby I like it raw. Yeah baby I like it raw. Oh baby I like it raw. Yeah baby I like it raw. . Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam shimmy ya. Gimme the mic so I can take it away.
Oh baby I like it raw. Yeah baby I like it raw. Oh baby I like it raw. Yeah baby I like it raw. . Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam shimmy ya. Gimme the mic so I can take it away.
[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]. We come through throbbin' like thunder storms. Make them feets get wet and funky up in they under arms. I'm too explosive for your ears like I'm throwin' bombs.
Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature. Fuck you think I made Odd Future for?. To wear fucking suits and make good decisions?. Fuck that nigga, Wolf Gang.
Cadillac gold grills in my mother fuckin' mouth. Cocaine, gold chain rests on my vertebrae. All them niggas that be hatin' better watch what they say.
[Intro: Hodgy Beats]. Spit game, spit game. Taught him how to spit game. I teach him how to spit game. They digesting, this shit flame. I taught him how to spit game.
Damn, I hate it when it rain. Ever since I came in the game. Some hated on the fame. A lot of niggas done changed. And started actin' strange. Even labels turning they backs.
Yo hip-hop, started out in the heart. Uh-huh, yo. Now everybody tryin to chart. Say what? hip-hop, started out in the heart. Yo, now everybody tryin to chart.
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yey. Why, why, why, why, why, why, why. Why, Why, heh. They've got so much things to say right now. They've got so much things to say.