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Lyrics, Fruit Punch, Bacon, and Beats. Take this shit hella hecka serious.
lyrics
Verse:
I’m spittin with the rhythm and speakin with the beat
I’m here to bring trouble, my freedom of speech
I’m a freak on the beat like a cokehead cop
I’m fire in the cypher like a dopehead spot
This flo I got make cold go hot
Seven deadly styles, every soul I drop
I told you not, to hype me up
Chess-boom-boxin rockin you, what?
Givin what I get and rippin on the rest
Spin it back east west like Terminator X
Jungle drum under my chest ever skip a beat different
I George Bush the boom bap button to the limit
I’m a lucky Chuck D, call me Public Image
Tonic hang-over-ture, sonic I’m what sin is
Breakin levees steady rock talk, rhymin bombin and I’m grinning
Laughter like an aftershock and they don’t know what hit ‘em
Brown like James and White like Jack
Boom bap spittin punk, jungle rhythm bring it back
Rippin up the track like a chainsaw poet
I massacre your stratosphere and leave your brain open
(gotta) Frequency so freaky the taste of acid’s pure
While I’m speakin sneak back and tell ‘em what happened here
Swear by no tribe, let a punk survive
I maintain the rock, keep a steady supply
B-boys and girls rock steady or die
MC choice of words rock steady as mine
Settle at a high level, get ready to fly
Double Trouble in the house, so I’m wreckin Gemini
My style makes basskicks spit in your eye
My mind flips back on the nick of a dime
My written design set a trick in the rhyme
Not a style in the ER line sick as mine
Chorus (x2)
What’s beef?
Let’s hope a burger and coke
Get a bag of French fries, kick a rap of fresh rhymes
Who is you, hold up, till I ate lunch
What’s dope?
Well sir, bacon and fruit punch
Por qua? I rip it raw, then I cook it in the pan man
Rock from here to squaw valley, can he get a damn can
Of the fruit slam, flavor is my middle name
Run the boom bass, the system I game
For every rhyme dropped, heaven missin an angel
But get fly as time, watch me get entangled
Excessively wreckin it, bring in your best I’m besting it
Bring in the rest I’m checkin if…yep I set it the freshest kid
…Nah you ain’t ready
I drop your hot butter under my steady machete
Teddy I Bear grills, Forman informin
Many of rare thrills, stormin till morning
Saber-cat ripper with a cool cat flo
I’m a taco supreme, that’s Americano
Auh no, I hate snakes, fake biters like Genesis
But I’m endin it and I’m rippin up what’s left of it
Eat beats daily got a boombox lunch
Don’t play Fruit Ninja, but I love fruit punch
Lines upon lines upon lines is how I get me
Rappers for a cooked dinner cus I burn ‘em like rotisseries
I need some dessert cus I never had breakfast
I go berserk, on a beat fat as Texans
I rap me a rap so buy me Cracker Jack
Take me to the ballgame, I’m a whole different Big Mac
Cus I got heart, when I attack
I give the art, so don’t gimme dat
When I extract, the fresh from the wack
I gotta get me lyrics like a midnight snack
I’ll be right back right after the break
So it’s gotta rock again for goodness’ sake
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Chorus(x2)
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credits
released May 30, 2012
DGA aka Dopest Gringo Alive aka 'The Operator' aka 'The OG Primate' aka Rhymes aka Taco Supreme aka YEE
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