Текст песни Extra Prolific - Now What
Extra Prolific - Now What слова песни
[Featuring Opio]
EXTRA PRO:
Yeah
I can feel this
been holdin` mics longer than Don Cornelius
will this ever end
not `till I seal this
challenging your style reveal this
to you wack niggaz
phuck the trigga (get on the ground)
and try to peel this
`cause I`ma heal this meaning your wounds and scars
froze your flows compose you down from G to R
then expose you to the star
that I caught you in
and plus this motherphucka` brought a friend
so you`re not scary, very silly really
nothin` puffin` out ya chest
I doubt ya fresh
and Billy`s bluffin`
and so it`s cool for you to do
your clout was less soon as you did that
ya shit`s wack
forget rap
there`s extra robes in your choir stand while you admirin`
the niggaz in higher places who are firin`
you weak shit so knock on
Opio they wanna be dropped on (come on give it to `em)
OPIO:
Yeah
Hieroglyphics rock on
outlastin` the niggaz graspin` on to the past
when they was everlastin`
let the times pass `em
now they gaspin` for breath
with nothin` left
they used to be def
I guess they blacked out
they need to back out
wack wasn`t our shit from jump
I never did give a damn about a punk MC
my sworn enemy
I live to see `em all fall off
just memories
`cause we the uncontested
Hieroglyphics unimpressed wit` (what)
the shabby competition, they gets left quick
plus these R&B niggaz on they dick
they betta` stick to singin`
stop clingin`
to the real shit, listen
get a clear understandin`, this is competition
demandin`
you can`t get a hand in
I stay on top, I`m never landin`
leavin` MC`s scramblin`
I keep `em grounded
they can`t compound slick lyrics together
never had it in `em, better
leave that shit alone
simp to the women for a minute
that`s how ya livin`
give it up man, ya lost it
ya look exhausted
ya betta` off wit` the
Heartbreaks, singin` backup
`cause ya slackin` tremendously, ya never win
ya mic gets smacked up
disagree (huh), ya disallusioned
`cause ya losin`, jerk
take some time out
stutterin`, can`t even get ya phuckin` rhyme out
who da champ?, who da joke?, let`s find out
straight out the O` and niggaz love me fo` it
the mack poet
down wit` Extra Pro, it don`t stop y`all
and niggaz can`t catch up
unmatched, diggin` niggaz on the mic
I`m such a pimp
and don`t attempt, ya can`t touch me
shut that shit up, ya weak (yeah)
I make the freaks get up
[CHROUS:]
"(It don`t stop)don`t stop(don`t quit)don`t quit X4
(We gotta` come wit` the funky shit)"
EXTRA PRO:
Now Hieroglyphics ain`t no motherphuckin` joke
so soak, in the liquids and bottles of dopeness
I won`t be so subtle to rope this
around ya neck
we got respect
hocus pocus
try ta focus
ya see into me and
ya read into the beats
sweet
is my style, I`m disturbed
I got a list and mile
of MC`s that don`t pile the right vowels
I`ll, listen and laugh (ha, ha, ha...)
while you don`t have what we have, I`m dismissin` yo` staff
and if you ain`t followin` then you missin` the wrath
have you forgotten, I`m fed up
shut up, when I`m speakin`
while you`re seekin`
a style we rock on the weekend
now you`re peekin`
at me and my man while we`re freakin`, reekin`
the smell of funks
punks, get the leakin` (ha)
from the dillz (but they still ain`t fresh)
time ta chill. . .