dla (2) – flava in ya ear lyrics
rhyming to the dope beat, straight from the heart
rough, rugged poetry that goes hard
when i get my muse you got flava in ya ear
that hits you like a 40 oz and not like a beer.
fear, i feel when my thoughts choke
that goes away when i puff the smoke
got bags for days across the river from my man
don’t you ever phase, i’m just the biggest fan
save bills and coins, whatever i find
set up a rendevouz to get my dime
and you know it’s all gravy
when i get good game and my man don’t play me
i don’t pull strings and such
and i like my sp-cecakes with a little bit of f-dg-
my personal cook is martha stewart
everything i inhale is not laced and cured.
cl!ck clack goes the machine gun funk
making every girl move her trunk
old school, new school, i don’t know where i’m at
just dont -ssociate me with that f-cking swag
i don’t give a f-ck if you’re a five or a six,
as long as i’m delivering my hip hop fix
sticks and stones may break your bones
hey, it’s just a diss – don’t you call no phones
protect ya neck, that goes out for you too
lyrical k!lling in the style of the wu
i’mma get yo f-ggy jacket and steal yo kicks
the only thing that keeps you
getting dumb-ss chicks
don’t play me no tricks, i know the whole
repertoire
having supras don’t make you a superstar
my mad flow brings
you the jeepers
i rap for the idea and not for the figures.
so behave gr-sshoper, check my flow
the criminal lyrics that make you scream
five-oh
the minimal sk!lls to drop an album next fall
and if you ain’t down – you reap what you sow
the hallmark of your rap is m-ss apeal
real recognize real, f-ck the dollar
bill.
develop your sk!ll, take something to chill
and go back in time to the people of sugar hill.
i don’t mean to brag, i don’t mean to boast
but i’m good as b-tter on your
breakfast toast
words of wisdom from the old school cats
living in the past, got kool herc
sets
blazing that indo, cheating on tests
rhyming so deadly i make you wear vests
i can be the whitest guest on letterman
or be frank lucas’ top salesman.
i can even be charged with lyrical murder
i can even sell rick ross a motherf-ckin’ burger
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