Property of Spitkicker.com

Lyrics for Property of Spitkicker.com

Control, Control-Alt-Shift-Command Commanding crowds, crowd option, vehicle option Instrument, enter, quantity, 17 Playback, property of Spitkicker.com Enter Yo, a slow burn we are, last long three man act That wake up your thermostat, blind through the property line Creative minds cross over and back Scribble with a knife to earn that slice of life Cock back, aim, shot the name wherever the price is right The pain earned is the pain learned And heads talking like Burns Connect (to the same as it ever was) Respect the land cause it never floods and well-irrigated Looking for my vanity it's there, the mirror ate it Stated, stop being an MC And give your verses more weight by being just M-E Thoughts are oxidized when I spit 'em out And my lungs' preferred taste is encrypted Words laced to get 'em out the home (We reward this) with removal service to get kings out the throne (More hands on) with hands upon the neck Of a voice magnifier over decks The sound is found, lithium's in the batch Lovely how I let my mind float You can catch me in the early morning Find me up with no yawning Haven't been asleep, I'm on cue 8 In the corner pocket from the booth All 24 hours like it was our debut Life edited my etiquette Dreams beyond your eons, you can't wait this out Star blitz starring it's that crew who never call it splits Convey lines made from out of spines So the nerve of us to be so damn crushed Grit like JDL and we sip from the grail Where the current cause connects So we're not unsung, just vexed, this mission's undone We gettin' loot in this, you new to this, I'm true in this Baby, you already know who it is We been doing this (we been doing this) We been doing this (we been doing this) Been true to this since Yoo-Hoos and tuna fish Catch flights, hit the stewardess We been doing this (we been doing this) We been doing this (enter) Yo, it's an honor and a pleasure (this is a pleasure) Rappers is not trying to see me like a diamond tester (no) I'm on the low, I'm like a silent investor Well-dressed, my suit and vest is never polyester (never) Keep a shotty on the dresser, my queen look like a young pepper Up in the plum compressor (crush it) My tongue is forever under the weather However, my heart was still lighter than a feather (uh) Culturally, it's known I'm like cocoa leaf Them niggas suck more (uh) with no teeth On the low-low in my Polo tee The show cost money but the promo's free My pen collection is interesting No steel, still niggas will feel threatened (uh) My genetics is Kemetic (Kemetic) Driven in Lams I was looking angelic (uh) Psychedelic (psychedelic), if niggas Like it I can sell it (I can sell it) But I don't fuck with that sweet shit, I'm diabetic (uh) This is rapping at its peak (at its peak) The birds steady yapping at the beak of a parakeet You're not unique, you're no Kool Keith Your shit is more parody (parody) The gift of the iller rhyme distributor (iller rhyme) A verse might run you a year's salary We gettin' loot in this, you new to this, I'm true in this Baby, you already know who it is (Posdnuos) We been doing this (we been doing this) We been doing this (we been doing this) Been true to this since Yoo-Hoos and tuna fish Catch flights, hit the stewardess We been doing this (we been doing this) We been doing this (enter) Now put that bread on all fours, The Catcher in the Rye New York City lights look better in July 4Th, no fireworks but dangle in the sky Like right there, feeling the night air Promoting a fair fight, square dance, men of the face-off Crooked eye letters from Madoff, apologize Long journeys walk to cold hard facts Once you turn up there, there's no turning back From rock cocaine flows to flows that'll crack at the hemline Verses on the land, muddy your man That hard work you do on the scale, ham I'm Joe Pesci on the dish, so messy on the disk Puerto Rican mamis call me floppy Leap a tall feeling in a single bound Way over your head like my ex-girl talking about mind sex (Well you're a dickhead) two ticks away from "aw shit" Cause I'm an old fart, go campaign lazy ape Dave fresh like a pound of sage Decorate the paramount figures Watch the way they crown the stage Sip Crown but I was down in age See the sailor took a sip, saw the whole ship drown in gray Classmates couldn't find a page Had the answers written in my palm ever since promise paid We gettin' loot in this, you new to this, I'm true in this Baby, you already know who it is We been doing this (we been doing this) We been doing this (we been doing this) Been true to this since Yoo-Hoos and tuna fish Catch flights, hit the stewardess We been doing this (we been doing this) We been doing this (we been doing this) L.I., nigga L.I., baby Pimp stand to muh'fuckin' Amityville (We been doing this) uh, yo It's an honor and a pleasure (this is a pleasure)