Текст песни Laze - Shit`s Tight
Laze - Shit`s Tight слова песни
Inflation of the blunt rhymes calls for infiltration of theFront lines, eat a punk like pork rindsRoll trashy emcees up, puff and pull another toke outStomp `em out like the great american smoke outI vote against another weeded emceeNext one I see will be a bleeding emceeIntensified, I blow up the wackFools, make a narcoleptic an insomniac."Mom he`s fat, mom he`s fat, let me buy his tape!"Ten years from now Showbiz`ll dig in my crates`Cause all the dope breaks i have in my roomJapanese bamboo flute? Damn, didn`t think I would have itNow every other DJ out there is gonna` grab itOr give me some records to sample, I don`t need thoseCool wit me though, my shit`s tight like SpeedosPick up the pieces, puzzle pieces, check the new releasesAsk what the stink is, it`s me, I`m the shit like fecesI need these rhymes and metaphors`Cause like Kool Keith said I`ll make `em better forThe break beats I use to fuse withKids `cause they did, pop the fucking lidCompetition has expired like milk in your mama`s fridgeYou ain`t a soap opera, so stop all the drama, kidJump out the box like a mug named JackNamed after what your rhymes are worth, you worthless mackI got stacks of new materialThe inferior will try to get to the interiorInside I keep the secret laboratoryLike Mad Professor I guess the scrolls are on the second storyDon`t bore me with wack productionI will call for destruction shit`s tight like stuffingShit`s tight like a virgin, you heard men screamingPossessed by the demon out of Jersey you heard meWith the on-and-off drums, I come correctLike Alex Trebec catching wreck like a broke neckDouble metaphors affecting how I`m mic checkingOne, two, as if I couldn`t countBounce like a fat check or a fat chick on a trampolineI trample fiends who deem it necessary to bury bonesOf the skeletons in my closetI had the beat and lost itFrost it like a cake with the flavor of the monthTell me what you want... tell me what you want, don`t frontI`ll bring you what you desire with no perspire-ationBut I`ll lose patience if you ask for G-FunkFuck the P-funk, I`m coming with the elephant trunkOf rhymes for your ass, you better catch it hold your mitt tightShit`s tight, shit`s tight, the shit is tight