Get Off It
Intro: Hah, ay youknowhat
I'msayin Hieroglyphics in here... forever
Hah hah! Verse
One: Aiyyo peep it, the back breakin mack takin titles
Vital to the right
I'll make men ache when they try to step, but charlatans are within the range of danger, which keeps me callin friends
I meets more fake fools than real ones
But it takes clues and hits to make moves with sense
And since
I'm-a rhy-mer,
I need to take time to give ****** reminders
Who's the best, confuse the rest
Abuse crews with the news they paid dues to my death
The defter, slept on, long enough
So now I pissed the stronger stuff and break out a bomb to puff
Wrong! You can't hit,
I lit it Get it, nope, because you, counter-feited, ****
I hate fake guys and you make eyes follow with you hollow tips through, your hand, you're left dead
Chorus: repeat 2
X Get off it,
I know you know
I know you're on it (3X)
Get off it,
I know you know,
I know you know
Verse Two:
Hip-hip hooray!
Dip skip away from the forte of freshness nuff skills impresses the
West is all up to my ingenuity, you will be comparing, to the rare men, we're aware when daring situations get your face in your crew's areas, so you move gregarious
Whatever you rhyme you do **** that's putrid and noisome, so why voice em, crew's get beaten until inanity
Hieroglyphics can it be
We're the best in the planet
G Wiz ****** are jealous
But I fight what you bend with teeth so you can see if you can dig the
G-R-O-O-V-
E-S cause we be fresh
For cypher a few the sneak-iest
When kids wanna fade me, great
But behold
I got Seoul like the
Olympics in eighty-eight
So ladies wait for the coming of the
He-Men You're on my nuts or that's how it's se-men
The mastermind is never apprehended
I screw the ruler, to fool the joker, and going up like the smoke of a phattie, add me to the shitlist, cause
I be that
I know you see that, we phat
Livin larger than life
I be the Zenith, clean with, mean stuff
Taking charge of the stifiling
Oppressing the dop-est in the sector
Respect the, **** rhyme wrecker
Hope I'm cleanin, when you think you're seein a massy
Josh B got the beat like
Rodney So
King me, cuz
I jumped ya
This is how
I checkah, foe
Hit even the pecker, yo
Getting to respect the, bro
L-I-F-N-I-
C you now know
Chorus