Yeah, yeah, 9, 10, 11, 12, Yo, usually, We do it like this, The Suspects Scapegoat Wax Uh, coming through like a T-Rex, Check, check, Yo yo
MCs smack their heads on brick And publicly pelt themselves with rocks And put their feet on dry ice blocks This one's the knock, knock knocking On your nose bridge Poking at your eyelids With the soul kids from where I live Everybody's smiling big as Regis And time froze like fetus A guitarist took a time machine and cloned baby Jesus And made an MC like me (what, what?) Who came to conquer everything Within the breeze, man, woman, disease - please, You looking at me in a dumb and funny way But come to find out your crew Was some 12-year-old runaways Mentally I am of the 23rd Century Technically microphones and drums are my specialty Cloud 9 to catch the scent of my rhymes I'm stomping through the streets rapping (Ooh, ah, ooh, ah) While you're marching for dimes It's like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon Sports trivia: Who's head coach is Bobby Cremins? Georgia Tech Yellowjackets Iller by the millisecond I be kicking like Tekken Check out my record collection It's kind of fat This is why I rap like that I be oozing out the funk Like a case of the clap
CHORUS: {Here is something you can't run from So stop look and listen You take your position We do it like this son The illest prescription A lyric incision Into you eardrum -- X2
THE SUSPECTS: Natural mystic blowing through the air Hey is you smoking something there? Contraire, mon frere Cause in my verbal contract to give niggas instant convulsions Experience eternal seizures Tongue got you chokin' Rollin' down your throat, and... And leaving you to believe That planet Earth gave birth to a deadly disease We'll never freeze Even at the point of a handgun Swallow the bullets and spit 'em back random Holdin' motherfuckers for ransom Thinkin' they handsome Stick they family for all they own And some My life is based on tantrum Is that why yo ass be steady rappin'? You know Fuck a platinum Finagler philosophy Y'all player haters Ain't understanding my verbocity Constantly Off lots of weed It costs to be The boss don't take a loss No double-cross hater back off of me Feel animosity In high velocity Both prodigies
CHORUS
Your ears are rung My noise is like a thousand voices Until I'm done My words will shine through all distortion I'm here intact We're gonna get this thing together And when it cracks I'm gonna bet you that You and everybody else surrenders
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Copy to Clipboard: Yeah, yeah, 9, 10, 11, 12, Yo, usually, We do it like this, The Suspects Scapegoat Wax Uh, coming through like a T-Rex, Check, check, Yo yo
MCs smack their heads on brick And publicly pelt themselves with rocks And put their feet on dry ice blocks This one's the knock, knock knocking On your nose bridge Poking at your eyelids With the soul kids from where I live Everybody's smiling big as Regis And time froze like fetus A guitarist took a time machine and cloned baby Jesus And made an MC like me (what, what?) Who came to conquer everything Within the breeze, man, woman, disease - please, You looking at me in a dumb and funny way But come to find out your crew Was some 12-year-old runaways Mentally I am of the 23rd Century Technically microphones and drums are my specialty Cloud 9 to catch the scent of my rhymes I'm stomping through the streets rapping (Ooh, ah, ooh, ah) While you're marching for dimes It's like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon Sports trivia: Who's head coach is Bobby Cremins? Georgia Tech Yellowjackets Iller by the millisecond I be kicking like Tekken Check out my record collection It's kind of fat This is why I rap like that I be oozing out the funk Like a case of the clap
CHORUS: {Here is something you can't run from So stop look and listen You take your position We do it like this son The illest prescription A lyric incision Into you eardrum -- X2
THE SUSPECTS: Natural mystic blowing through the air Hey is you smoking something there? Contraire, mon frere Cause in my verbal contract to give niggas instant convulsions Experience eternal seizures Tongue got you chokin' Rollin' down your throat, and... And leaving you to believe That planet Earth gave birth to a deadly disease We'll never freeze Even at the point of a handgun Swallow the bullets and spit 'em back random Holdin' motherfuckers for ransom Thinkin' they handsome Stick they family for all they own And some My life is based on tantrum Is that why yo ass be steady rappin'? You know Fuck a platinum Finagler philosophy Y'all player haters Ain't understanding my verbocity Constantly Off lots of weed It costs to be The boss don't take a loss No double-cross hater back off of me Feel animosity In high velocity Both prodigies
CHORUS
Your ears are rung My noise is like a thousand voices Until I'm done My words will shine through all distortion I'm here intact We're gonna get this thing together And when it cracks I'm gonna bet you that You and everybody else surrenders
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