Yaggfu Front

Yaggfu Front - Slappin' Suckas Silly

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Take two thousand, and seven, or is that eight
 (Hanna Barbera)

 	*chorus*
 Well it's one two three of us, never ever solo
 It's one two three of us, never ever solo
 It's one two three of us, never ever solo
 It's one two three of us, never ever solo

 [Jingle Bel]
 I gets mad freaks to this beat, it's a pleasure
 grammar leisure, and start motivatin concentratin
 On the *DJ cuts*, can you hear it?
 Spin 4th diggin in nuff crates, so great
 Oh golly jesus snow is handed and demanded so I supply the
 one of da tings, to da vibe
 I'm fly, like Jimmy's snooker with ass like TJ Hooker
 So book em, Dano, voice soprano, break the glass
 on the mantle, cause my flow lasts for miles like the Nile
 Make the people say AOWWWWW!
 And I'm a black man Egyptian lover
 Pharoah bone dig dugger, skirt tugger, this is butter
 Cause many bust with gimmicks so now I'm livid
 So now you're forgiven
 Cause way back Jack you came slack on the help
 why play yourself, go play somebody else!
 I got the rhymin skills and I gotta
 The super fat rhymes and lines and I gotta, bo bo
 for the niggaz who pop shit like gum
 Do come like a penis get kicked, in the anus
 Play famous, and you gets nowhere (uh-huh)
 Who cares about a punk who talks junk?
 You're silly

 	*chorus*

 [Spin 4th]
 Well it's the rippin rebel and ruckus sport the rhymin rap 4th Spin
 Uncanny most ability to split my verse at will
 I slam through the home like a photon phaser beam
 While fools decay like children's teeth on Halloween
 Straight from Princeton it's ridiculous rhymes live
 So get up off the beach, cause I'm coming high tide
 with the force of the fart of a flatulating Batman
 Obese I release vocal fury (nice sack man)
 Kick this in Cato, burn this in Waco
 Trippest in potato, or maybe even microbe
 Silicon bass like a breast up in Cali
 Greedy like Rally's, cajun chicken meal
 Is this kid for real?  Am I really ill?
 No, this is my regular flow
 So if I was to flip, you'd hear some CRAZY shit
 Like how, now brown, cow, wow I'll, pow
 Here is the face, come with the bass
 Face case and race, you're dead!
 Get away from the motherfuckin spin
 So you would ask when did this nigga, begin
 to get the freestyle, not really, not really
 Spin 4th fool, I'm smackin niggaz silly

 	*chorus*

 [Damage]
 Flavorific, to be specific hot damn I'm spicy
 There's four of us my dick is long a-bolish niggasaurus
 I absorb it cause I'm forest, sporest, fuck you
 I span the globe to storm like Hurricane Andrew
 Super rhyme ripper clipper break a nipple tweaker
 A friction equal when she meets the big heat seaker
 We could cruise booze when I swing my verbal news
 Extra extra lyrical setter tears your sneakers with no feature
 It's the creature from the swamp, as I romp on rabblerousers
 Trouble make us take a stand, as I command the sample houses
 We don't pillage and raid, we take a plate and then rotate it
 If it's rugged then we scoop it then truncate it then we loop it
 then we drag it, the kids from Cakalak are comin with force
 Mr. Spin the broken reigner, and my man from over the chorus
 And the man whose name stands for, massive wide destruction
 it's my instruction to combine incredible rhymes and spits ill production
 It's the muddy marsh givin creeper, passin the grim reaper
 Your mother and my closet keeper *beep beep beep* excuse me that's my beeper
 So I think you hear me knockin and I'm comin in with the crew
 That creates more tracks, than horses make glue
 So, on with the who, and ninety-one to willy nilly
 Huh!  Damage slappin motherfuckers silly

 	*chorus 2X
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Mercury

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Released in: 1993

Language: English

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