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ghetto philharmonic - don't bite the concept lyrics

[verse 1 – g-clef]
i’m like batman, i live a double life
on a gemini, hey yo, why don’t you live in trife?
being a jazz musician cuz the (?) position
to bring forth m-ss style, then i’ll go back and chew the rhyme
but i don’t sleep, i still peep to keep
best of the rest that are trying to get (?)
and then like, hannibal lecter i’ll proceed to dissect a
knucklehead stuck facing me, he’s out of luck
puff from the calm of your life, i’ll make you sit
i spit all you hating sh-t, you rock like a pit
from where i stand, yo, it seems you’re fighting dirty
g-clef is in the house, i see your bite’s the least st-rdy
six of my tricks, now there’s locks on my jocks
but i got some snuff winds to knock some out the box
cuz i, ain’t a figment from a label’s imagination
you don’t like the cut? (well, so what?)
then change the f-cking station!
g-clef is a figure from the underground scene
and i gets props like road intervene
but try to catch a bird, make it loop like it’s fat
all respects due, but yo, we got the jazz
so don’t try to test or we will snap a neck
just have some respect and don’t bite the concept!
front if you must, but the club’ll still bust
you bluff like that, i snuff like that

[hook]
one, two, don’t forget the three!
don’t bite the concept of the gp!
one, two, don’t forget the three!
don’t bite the concept of the gp!
one, two, don’t forget the three!
don’t bite the concept of the gp!
one, two, don’t forget the three!
don’t bite the concept, g!

[verse 2 – g-clef]
i grab the mic, yo, i bust the funky flex
drugs is on the cut and the groove is what’s next
but this time the rhyme is being kicked for the foul
g-clef is kind of fed up with you suckers on the prowl
snooping around the lab, on my tip, look at it (?)
i beat all the loopers, just a fraction of a wing cell
(?), but still motherf-ckers figure (what the h-ll?)
(i’ll just borrow the idea, put together a track)
but yo, i don’t sweat it if i must smack attack
just, check the comma, what goes around comes around
and everybody around town knows that you bit the sound!
so back up off me, it’s a warning
cuz a new day in hip-hop is dawning
so, check the sonic (?) that i’m snorting
try to diss? (-yawn-) i’m yawning!

[hook]

[intrumental]

[verse 3 – g-clef]
see, with us it’s not a trend, more like a movement
not the same old (?)
the real hip-hop band, taking a stand
and we got the flux, cuz he’s the man!
we natural, some call it sledge
kicking the wicked h-rn riffs over the edge
i pledge allegiance to the ghetto nation
and attempt to resurrect with rock the stagnation
cuz outside, rap music is kinda dead
needing a shot to the motherf-cking head
dead poets, rolling with dead bands
ended up tossed aside the fickle like a trash can
cuz you sneaking, now you snuck, cuz you over
kaput! all that remains is ashes and soot
and dust, so just… check what i bust

[hook]

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