N.t. Lyrics - Singles - Q-tip

For real though who really got sent 

Flown on the edge, got the ledge hangin' out of the window 

Bird chest witcha winderous fearaf? 

Around you'll be hemps meat inside of a meal sack 

Puny little bucks better hit the jake 

But that doesn't mean nothin' to the heart within 

You cramped up you and your team, I'm amped up 

And you can't dib me bead 

My shine, what the is on your mind? 

Little weakling rappers better hit the grind 

Other brothers ain't motivated, they can't do it 

Not only did I penetrate it I ran through it 

My music comes on and we march at the dance 

Inside of your mind or inside of my pants? 

Musical intention that we have is vast 

You sick, drink a Nyquil, well, I'm dead on your 

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Oh well, then here comes the gelatin 

Tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin' friends 

Now your party is completely blown 

Real name is Kamal, I'm in completely zone 

It's rap time for you, that means nap time 

Preachin' from my joint, what the I'ma clap mine 

Singin songs of 6 pence it's intense 

Surpise your at the end like the sixth sense 

Heavy hitters knockin' shit out the park 

You couldn't even really play tell me why did you start 

Spittin' sharp blades laced with bleach 

You wanna play around kid, I'm not a walk at the beach 

A stroll in the park or your playground 

Put on your headphones, tell me how grenades sound 

Put on your walkmase and go underneath the town 

Q-Tip abstract how I gets down 

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All my bitches, dance if you know that you dam sure 

Let your drip on the dance floor if you wanna 

Get down 

That, that bust gats 

Better let 'em in 'fore they rush that 'cuz they wanna 

Get down 

Blick, piano sick 

Get down 

Chill you can get off my and 

Get down 

While I'm on the hook get on your good foot 

And blow up the spot for all of you 'cuz that's how we 

Get down 

Comin' with the brand new quickly we pan to 

The young black man with intentions to ban you 

Seems that people need an aid today 

So many fade away, so many fiend to stay 

I really rhyme 'cuz I feel I should say things 

While the fraudulent act raps just so they cop rings 

Or maybe because when they was young 

They was fronted on and left alone to have they own fun 

Now they've all grown up to be 

I'm giving you the rope will you tie up the lassos 

You swing dangling from peach trees 

While I sip my Daqaris in the south west breeze 

Writing so exciting the pen it keeps 

Drippin' out gems that's converted to hems and then 

People be hummin' it from now to they next to kin 

My family is starvin', you know they want me to win 

Me forfeit, please get off it 

Send a check in my name to my office 

Mutombo in the lane, yo I toss it 

Abstract comin' through witness the bull 

Hey yo, hey yo engineer cut the beat off