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Wax and Herbal T - In the Blood lyrics
Wax: Cat's try to pigeon hole My written flow But didn't know My spittin' so Original That it can not be bitten or forgotten Hip hops Johnny Rotten Got the bed that your mommy got in Suicidal kamikaze Plottin' your murder story Impergatory The burning glory Of my weed's un matched and deed Lock to the brain and got lashed and keyed Back form the dead with hot tracks you need You spot Wax's steeze On the top of the trees As hoggin' up all of the shine From these other MCs The people in my neighborhood Can't get their water to freeze Because my presence Got their fridges at a hundred degrees I be the conductor That done fucked your Whole shit up Like Hiroshima Go get a fork To stick in the litter box and eat shit Donnie cause I'm sicker than chicken pox From spittin' that shit that rocks and stickin' my dick in foxy women they like how i fuck to the rhythm they be like holy shit the flow he spit was both classic and fat like Moby Dick I'm totally sick My whole click globally thick Rid the microphone and we rip any opponent we pick they like jesus christ the steeze is nice it's both dark and powerful like condoleezza rice mc's get diced chopped up in pieces like ice i throw some spit and some seed in the spice then i saute it for 20 minutes and i eat it with rice and that's waxes four tay dish classic gourmet bitch Imma rock til the wheels fall off fuck that imma rock till my ears fall off i used to rock so easily back in the days of run dmc when they was like dum diddy dum diddy diddy dum dum i said one fitty one rum in the city slum i'm a gritty bum yes i be more hostile natty flow in the hole and the wall ball pass the henny and i'm so damn good how a suburban white by spit so damn hood Im just sayin bro the flow so gutta yall we throw strikes while you throw those gutta balls that's why the hoe so butta ball got your girl all up in the lab rockin no clothes but a bra and the flow don't stop you should photoshop my face on a robo cop so hot robotic rhyme i aint gotta sign on the dotted line to prove that your shit aint as hot as mine bottom line is that we in the truth you need proof when its me and herbal t in the booth we just bouncin and strethin and it's oh so air we're not keshin not to mention the fact that we never come wack it's just a mother fuckin family tradition Herbal T: Yes it's true bro we do flow better than a veteran duo compare us to h2o people say where did you move bro from the east to the wild wild west like kumo t herbal t be breaking you down making you bow to the king of this mother fucker taking the crown give me a rake and a plow and a couple of seeds in a couple of months we gone roll a couple of trees and get high as shit the flyest click is both independent and slick like a private dick strait pilligin your village in a pirate ship them guys is sick make you catch a virus quick til you hallucinate them dudes is great they both on top and legendary like medusas snakes and like her i'll turn you to stone with one line literally make you rock to the way that i rhyme steadily gettin its like incredibly spittin when ever we hittin the studio we never be slippin cleverly written material readily sippin imperial stop a samuel smith the man the myth the legend is me shinin a god damn light so every body can see who the phoniest punk something something Only a skunk can compare to the funk of the flow that i'm spittin hit you quickly then i dump all the dough when im dippin strait flip with the manuscript to make your whole fucking click just abandon ship like geranimo topplein you like a domino treat mcs like detainees at guantanimo torture em interrogante em force em into barricading cover em in gas and then i scorch em when i serenade em pour a little marinade on top of the stake while djs keep my records on top of the crates stoppin the fakes girls on the dance floor say yo herbal what's the t stand for well the textbook talented track terrorist tomahawk type of technique to teach tricks to tony hawk trash talkers try to test to technology tempted to traverse toxic topography i'm troubled like treturous trails the torpedo takin out twinkle toed tattle tales two takes max when i take tracks tricks tactics is tonie like tic tacs torrential like tornadoes and twisters i transmit transcripts through my transisters trapped tricks like toads in terrariums the tip top terminator totalitarian |
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