[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 ==== 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
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Copy to Clipboard: [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 ==== 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
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