Comin' For The Datazz

Lyrics for Comin' For The Datazz

Lyric up, lyric up Lyric, lyric, up, up I hit the chicks with the nice round heinies Play a ho like a ho, play a sucka like stymied Try me, and you'll descend into your end Never thought it could be you, well, think again, my friend My pen illuminates, and dooms the fakes You're soon to break, you're strawberry like shortcake I'm in that ass with my Timbs all day You couldn't tarnish my rep', so you crept away Just behave and be a good son Or else, I'm bringin' the noise 'cause most emcees are puns I used to chill in Roxbury now I'm comin' outta Brooklyn Herb niggas are assed out, y'all get tooken Or taken, and that's word to all rude bwoy Jamaican I swing, bitch, yes, I'm crankin' Just like an Alpine, a deadly rhyme, brand spankin' new Pumped to put some lead in your crew A hollow point shot, 'cause your weak shallow point's Not hittin, should've gave up from the beginning But since you're bluffin' with your tape that's trash Tell your peeps that we comin' for datazz (for datazz) Lyric up, lyric up Lyric, lyric, up, up Whose that lurkin' in the dark with the hoodie strapped Puffin on a blizz, mellow meditatin' black? I ain't impressed 'cause the rest they fess Sometimes I wanna flip, clap a hole in they chest But I lay back, as I prepare for the payback And drop the master rhymes with the mad crew from wayback I stay back, I watch, the whole job, you botched Couldn't maintain, it's like your brain just stopped But the Gang is on the prowl kid like Lecter Paint a logo with your blood so you niggas remember The Chain and the Star, mystical and never typical The average rap group, ain't even equipped to go Head up, I'm dead up, you ducks could never last You fakin' jacks, we comin for datazz (for datazz) Lyric up, lyric up Lyric, lyric, up, up I heard some hardheaded punks wanna see me Jealous of a nigga just because he's on TV You know the video shows that you be watchin' Call up and request, so you can see it more often My persona sheds more light than a nova 'Cause niggas are soldier, yo, this war, it ain't over And ain't no stopping like McFadden and Whitehead You might get dead, fuckin' around like you do Pursue the knowledge that's available Before your chump-style game and your punk friends fail you Gonna dissect your brain for a minute Look at your puny ass world and what's in it Nothin', that's how long you've been frontin' I figured by now that you've come up with somethin' But you're still the same snake with my name on your mouth Wanna know what I'm doin, wanna know why I shine? 'Cause I'm the rebirth, so now you gotta see me first I kick more facts than paperbacks for research And knees hurt, next you feel 'em bucklin' The huge pussy look on your face reveals the sucker Inside of ya, because I checked the way you're ridin' the Jimsome, better sing more than a hymn son Never sustain the true pain of my wisdom Never be able to touch Gang Starr True indeed, I believe in takin' my words far Across the seas and deserts, through the trees and grass And if you ain't on point, then we comin' for datazz Lyric up, lyric up Lyric, lyric, up, up Ly-lyric, lyric, up, up Ly-lyric, lyric, up, up Ly-lyric, lyric, up, up Ly-lyric, lyric, up, up Ly-lyric, lyric, up, up Ly-lyric, lyric, up, up