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heiruspecs - shout outs lyrics

[intro]
big ups to 3sb, dj anton, cancer, dj judo, dj crucial
agile one, diverse, long shot, and dj sapien
sky, tiki ohma, poor line condition, fresh nest
yo! the movement, toki wright, and the 3 kings
we can’t forget oddjobs, eyedea, abilities, atmosphere, brother ali
musab, joe at trail mix, vicki, ela, a skeleton, northern spy
the groovenuts crew, traditional methods, or mc truth maze
mad props to martin devaney, lazerhawk, the unknown prophets
the soviettes, all the pretty horses, dillinger four, mark wheat
mel gibson and the pants, los nativos, organic mind unit
wes and the starford burlesque, mason jennings, bobby
dj excalibur, prince paul, aceyalone, carnage and booka b
illusion, try-d, his mother, and you, of course

[33 second pause]

[verse 1]
bring it back like an afro or faded jeans
everybody’s game is tight you can find the scenes
a grid (?) as big as a statue but behind the scenes
magic fades away like in field of dreams
you gotta roll with full steam, you get what you get
i’m like buffy or hammer, i just won’t quit
run around on the track so you know that i’m fit
you’re like a milli vanilli record, your fans feel gipped
now everywhere i go, i go unrecognized
i’m not a pop rapper, doller signs in my eyes
but i’m driven like a vh1 doc-mentary
even your mom steps to pay compliments to me
great shades of elvis; head, heart, and pelvis
three wise guys’ hive mind says to tell kids
they don’t always agree; that’s okay with me
maybe a lady can debate and persuade the peace

[chorus]
hey mister dj, drop the beat
we wanna show everybody we gots the heat
boys and girls, go and get ready
get on your feet and rock it steady
hey mister dj, drop the beat
we wanna show everybody we gots the heat

[verse 2]
we gets dirtier than womens mud wrestling between
two diseased old lepers in a sexual fling
we could come off clean like will smith
in a fight with mr. clean in a soap-filled boxing ring
and it’s a sting operation, you’re gonna get caught
i’ll watch ’em like on tv whether they like it or not
they’re left to rot, they’re like a teacher on the peanuts
they can only say, “wah wah wah wah,” i think they suck
did you notice when i’m holding this pen, i flow with my hands
like chopin or gauguin over a jam
the poetry’s bone deep, i know it was planned
it’s older than man, the throat of the win was throwin’ it in (?)
over the land before the roads were choking the open expanse
from boulder to sand, only the ocean would crash
the notion that cope with the past approaches at last
fast-forward past the part where the corporate corpse commands

[verse 3]
it’s like the lottery, they say you gotta play to win
too many wannabe writers tryna play the pen
i try to set it off like the grinch with a twisted grin
but got my foot in the door, we ’bouts to kick it in
now you say that you’re fresh, you say that you go chillin’ (?)
twinkies stepped in your place, knockin’ out your villains
so you’re waiting for your chance to make your next move
stop starin’ at me man, you ain’t got nothin’ to prove
where’d you get them rhymes? on an -ssembly line?
now, we seen the way he rocks, and he ain’t worth a dime
can’t pay no mind, i can’t take no breaks
you ain’t tony the tiger, nothin’ you do is grrreat
ain’t shit on my plate to eat but tasty beats
and i latel the soup, happens to be alphabet beef
the letters are too hot, beats are too cold
weren’t you told about other people’s bowls? lots of cold (?)
it ain’t that we’re the best, but we come correct (?)
and there’s always progress, no useless excess
x amount of bars, obese to get all
you’re extremely overrated like your name is randy
moss on the hillside, beats on a platter
everybody talks shit to see who’s fatter
if you wanna make it hit, better be a good batter
always keep it flowin’ like an overactive bladder

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