Heiruspecs
Heiruspecs - Dollar songtekst
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(Muad'Dib) 10 minutes to 240, anything to fit the format Blend chords, ripple effect to get the floor packed Kick doors back and flip the doormat Split your thorax, Mr. Living Rorschach Done with dummy shit, you want a run at this, get it cracking Saying your spray is staying tough acting like Tinactin Venom leaks from the pen then I sink teeth into it Thin fluid get the beat to seep in and bend to it Peep the decent, no need to pretend Stretch the wings wide, feel the G's, man The fall's not fatal, the street at the end That's the bucket kicker, did your whiskers leave an imprint? Life's a gamble against a dealer that stacks the deck Plus the man's sleight of hand, maddeningly adept Battling me except this hand is the best yet So with that out the way, make your bet Spool it out, loom duel of the mouth weaves tight things Lines fly too long, cut 'em like kite strings Its basic, take steps to break dead spaces or rest in distress with all the stone faces (Felix) I get a dollar for my thoughts, got a hundred ideas and laugh like the Joker while you're reduced to tears I'm a play the back like the rainbow sticker on your ride lost my peace of mind when Jam master Jay died role model from the get go, inspiring, guide first rap tape I ever had was Run DMC from there the voice of Hip Hop imbedded in me So what's inside of you? A can of worms, burning pockets your a cap throw up, I'm heavy metal block hits shit hits the fan I brought my umbrella, make kids nod their heads when I flip an accapella these fellas. well they wrote the book on incompetence I act like Erika Badu and work with my common sense hence whenever I try, I'm doomed to succeed this is rap mother fuckers words are better than deeds stick with it that's what I say, this is not a democracy you've stumbled into class, its Felix style philosophy the shit that I cook up might not be the best but you put me on the clock, I'm doper than your favorite Iron Chef ask Chen Kinichi, he'll tell you how he feels you're far too salty serve hotter for appeal your brain bones connected to your ass bone, that's real could'a been dope, but you was spoiled, broken seal