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Tha Undaground Thugz Miscellaneous Dis Is It [Verse 1 - SWITCH-B] We crash kids, Bash ribs, With crass adlibs, Give fat lips until your spastic ass does back flips, Stay Jurassic with rapture like tactics, Attracted to ciphers like metals are to magnets, Like crack to addicts you can say its a habit, Leave you scared and battered the outcome is tragic, You’ll need to visit a surgeon who's a master at plastic, You better move it or get that ass kicked, Want us to prove it? Don’t wanna get too graphic, But you’ll only be identified by the remains in the maggots, Our sickness… we leave investigators feeling stumped and confused, Till they call in forensics n try to dust it for clues, Adjust this and fuse, shift, clutch, resume, We’ll consume any emcee whose sweet like perfume, Kon gurgles gasoline, spit flammable fumes, Arsenic tunes, Disable these crews, And enable these clues, U can’t oppose these views, The truth, u'll be abused and confused We don’t need to say no more we got nothing else to prove... (Chorus) Yo da outcome of our shit gets far hit, Ready to start shit, we legit, don’t quit But shit, the rhymes that I spit get split By labels sayin I ain’t it, I admit The rhymes I commit, don’t equal the crimes I commit But let me transmit these beats so I can make it Not fake it, submit to me now so I can be the shit Dis is it homie, Dis…is…IT (Verse 2 - KONMAN) yo bitch, if you even think of testin me, you wont be healthy and youll leave diabeticly paramedics be rushin towards your support your reputation has just gone down like a bullies school report. a birth of a true MC has been abort and if u even speak then my lawyers will see you in court its not just 1 person im speakin to, it all of you i aint even got a deal and i be dousin flames of crews if u think this game is easy, step into my shoes exuse my short fuse accept my different views of the issues in the world that affect us n that are spoken of on the news like the death of a store clerk shot by a jerk, wen the man was just tryin to make a livin at work people readin it in the paper top story abit left of the new yorkshire raper they wake up n go to work agen, thinkin it wont happen to them actin careless, thinkin that cops have got the back of them but really they dont know the truth that every crime bein commited is bein dun half by the youth and half by the adults in truth. if dis is it then i hope im gonna make it and make an inpact from the rhymes i spit. (Chorus) Yo da outcome of our shit gets far hit, Ready to start shit, we legit, don’t quit But shit, the rhymes that I spit get split By labels sayin I ain’t it, I admit The rhymes I commit, don’t equal the crimes I commit But let me transmit these beats so I can make it Not fake it, submit to me now so I can be the shit Dis is it homie, Dis…is…IT (Bridge - SWITCH-B) Yo Startin from now u gotta start sayin my name Playin my game Called hip-hop, dats rite I’m takin ova dis fame Takin ova this flame, dats bin passed down thru centuries, brain to brain, It’s my aim, My claim, My quest, My frame, of mind that keeps things going the same, And normal, I’m immortal, but there’s no acclaim, But I gotta keep goin, now listen again cuz yo… (Chorus) Yo da outcome of our shit gets far hit, Ready to start shit, we legit, don’t quit But shit, the rhymes that I spit get split By labels sayin I ain’t it, I admit The rhymes I commit, don’t equal the crimes I commit But let me transmit these beats so I can make it Not fake it, submit to me now so I can be the shit Dis is it homie, Dis…is…IT |
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