CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Spit A Rap, It’s Ipecac
Got my finger on my lip, just thinking
The next piece I could move, the kingpin
Or I could move sacrifice the queen
Touch that now he got herpes
Listen young boul, I'm just spitting
Free, spitting, balling
This ain’t a written, whachu call it?
You ever listen to cauldron?
Yeah, no
Call in the drones, how’s that go?
Straight off the dome, yo
This is like a flame beat
The bars like a moth on a candle, you nah’mean?
I spit it anyways, Jelly beans
But you just want the golden egg
That you was sent to pick up now your mama said
"Where them at kid?”
But you ain’t got no eggs yet
You still eating omеlets, them processеd
C’mon doggy stop it
It’s Yung Schnooty the old flow just never worked for me
So I had to Go-Go, Like a pogo
Doing flips, doing it off the roof yo
Never saw me till I oh no
Splattered across all y'all
Blood splash so broad, so vague can't catch
All the spells we cast
So angry get vexed
You can't undo that hex
Hilarious, you think your Hip-Hop's as lyrical
Rappers must be tripping hysterical
Ma** appeal, we dropping max repels
Every time we at the stack on shelves
Clearing em off like we doin the clothes line in the field
What are these
Flowers, Poppies
The upheaval, f**k up another easel
And show you we ain't evil
We move the piece till we get the king
Or turn that into anything
Call BS on the truth you don’t get corrected
You paw'n at the line king, front lines aren’t protected
His king sitting H8 I’m running up the far right
Like its a capital T to a small y
We hang the body on the fall right?
But its all right
I was left in the dark that's part of life
Cause we gonna get it back in due time
I spit a rap its ipecac, I spew rhyme
The next piece I could move, the kingpin
Or I could move sacrifice the queen
Touch that now he got herpes
Listen young boul, I'm just spitting
Free, spitting, balling
This ain’t a written, whachu call it?
You ever listen to cauldron?
Yeah, no
Call in the drones, how’s that go?
Straight off the dome, yo
This is like a flame beat
The bars like a moth on a candle, you nah’mean?
I spit it anyways, Jelly beans
But you just want the golden egg
That you was sent to pick up now your mama said
"Where them at kid?”
But you ain’t got no eggs yet
You still eating omеlets, them processеd
C’mon doggy stop it
It’s Yung Schnooty the old flow just never worked for me
So I had to Go-Go, Like a pogo
Doing flips, doing it off the roof yo
Never saw me till I oh no
Splattered across all y'all
Blood splash so broad, so vague can't catch
All the spells we cast
So angry get vexed
You can't undo that hex
Hilarious, you think your Hip-Hop's as lyrical
Rappers must be tripping hysterical
Ma** appeal, we dropping max repels
Every time we at the stack on shelves
Clearing em off like we doin the clothes line in the field
What are these
Flowers, Poppies
The upheaval, f**k up another easel
And show you we ain't evil
We move the piece till we get the king
Or turn that into anything
Call BS on the truth you don’t get corrected
You paw'n at the line king, front lines aren’t protected
His king sitting H8 I’m running up the far right
Like its a capital T to a small y
We hang the body on the fall right?
But its all right
I was left in the dark that's part of life
Cause we gonna get it back in due time
I spit a rap its ipecac, I spew rhyme
