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topleft recordings & c-rius music - it's over lyrics

[verse 1: loe pesci]
punchlines, kool-aid powder a ki of c-ke
you thought my son sell dope like the eagles coach
can’t slang these trees son you like andy reid
lost in the finals got a angry team
move from, province to province we fuck with the artists
you something retarded, flow upstream ducking piranhas
your effort is constant, but you lack substance and promise
you fucking with honors the day a crack customer’s honest
i keep a blade like a dozen dutch’s designers
shit, that’s more protection than sucking fucking with condoms
the cut excites you like little kids do to michael
offended? that means you can’t handle bars like a unicycle
if you a modern-day sample that means it’s cool to slice you
you ain’t need to chew and bite to be a true disciple
your own worst enemy just a faint memory
look in the mirror and line ’em up like razor ray emery
your demo cr-p like hillary and obama’s
who these rich kids who wish they could be from the projects?
swigging liquor to get in ridiculous drama
an identity crisis, you quick to switch ya’ persona
so fuck drugs out on the block i’m a painting star
in my presence toys feel unworthy like wayne and garth
atlanta major sports, brave without the flames and hawks
aim the rocket point the laser target, rip the space apart
12 years of rap, been to hell here and back
getting gear and clap, cracking safes put ya’ ear to that
change ya’ tone or raid my clothing still can’t be me
’cause what you missing itching like an amputee
blunt’s honey-dipped, and i’m too drunk to fuck with you
but i’m still in the lab like bunsen honeydew

[chorus: *samples*]
“get down”
when the last time you heard it like this?”
“never no, never no”

[verse 2: osa]
soon as i moved i copped the expos fitted
but i’m still up in the 6 yelling let’s go, get it
the set won’t finish till you let os’, kick it
the rep grows bigger like the chessboard, k!ller
c-ssette like thriller with a death row spirit you can fear it when you hear it but the ref won’t, listen
if escrol feel it them electro b-tches gonna swallow what i’m spitting in a metro, minute
forget yo’ spitters, how you figure we fall back? we all that, god complex and a tall can
call sam when the odds a million to one, tell savalas to run ’cause i been sipping on rum
i feel the thrill of the hunt, like attila the hun’s
and run in my vein, one and the same with no one
so pardon me ma’am stay puffed and play rough like the marshmallow man, it’s all part of my plan
on a pan-am flight, now we got to japan
watch us break out in song, like a bollywood jam
yup, i made their budget, up at the club stunting
got, all of your fans in the palm of my hand
this is real talk, cig real deep in the pink lungs, big drums
steal bars you never seen come
make ya’ move sucker, ayo the rep grows bigger like the chessboard, k!ller

[chorus: *samples*]
“get down”
when the last time you heard it like this?”
“never no, never no”
“hit you with this shit make you feel it all in ya’ toes”
“the real” “hip, hop”
“get down”
when the last time you heard it like this?”
“never no, never no”
“6-1-3-5-1” “the real” “hip, hop”

[verse 3: s.t.a.y.]
so the illest emcees admit, he’s sicker than me
he better than most yeah, he rep for the team
plus he been down like a sunken wreck in the sea
drunk and smell like weed, slum like helena streets
b-mp like elbows and knees, you better believe
i’m underground like mud off elephants’ feet
trunk like end of a tree, dump like metal and heat
fuck around i pump rounds get lead in your cheek
friends consider me deep, dead of the winter i’m heat
speaker in a jeep i leave these leaders by reading their scripts, spitting this ‘lite written for free
treat women and heat like gene simmons and skeet without leaving a kiss
give ’em a reason to get low like weed’s in his whip
load up some teeth in a clip, throwing up b’s to a crip
thugging police in a new beamer that scream on the strip
speak my name and i know y’all bleed for the lip

[verse 4: escrol]
by far the most antic-p-ted spitting phrases, i’m innovative
eyes shine bright as if i live in vegas
i’m deep like concentration i’m feeding on constant hatred
i’m wild like naughty neighbors when they drop the laws of nature
fuck accommodations if rappers is constipated i’m keeping it complicated, when the song is playing
a is motivated i’m blowing the ‘dro in faces, it’s obvious ‘do, you know that my flow is ancient
and the simple fact is, i’m living to piss on rappers i’m twisting the system backwards my writtens is business b-st-rds
i’m on the go like liquidation
my flow is exo pistols blazing b-tches hate it when my shit is so sophisticated
there’s no justification i’m puffing and blazing i’m duffing a [?] plus i’m clustered with hatred
it’s like i’m stuck in a basement, either love it or hate it
i’m the coming attraction, you ain’t fucking with that shit
listen

[verse 5: bender]
yeah
the rest attend to wishing that their rep was getting recognition and respect for spitting repetition reminiscing of a record skipping
so if osa’s saying let’s go get it i’ma go and lock the game in a death hold, twitching
enormous, ’cause of course but i’m brainstorming
it’s all day, pouring enough for supporting a rainforest, watch
i came forward to squash these lames scorching they spot, pray for it to stop
bang short of my block and back ‘cross the map
that’s game sorry you lost i wage war on the track
just wait for the attack, ya’ name forced me to laugh
this is my city get me, it ain’t yours to advance
okay shorty just stop, get my foot up in your ribs
treat your fanbase like custies, we hook ’em like a fish
so you can keep the pussy honey put it to ya’ lips
i’m still cooped up in a hoodie looking crooked on a schlitz
shit, defeat you? i beat deep blue in three moves
chess box ya’ block off and leave wit’ ya’ queen too
me and ya’ idols are pissing through the same straw
we stay raw, got graphic juggling chainsaws
i’m a live cell, beat you to bone fragments
you heads are just high as hell, speaking like cro-magnons
you step into my realm, my team’ll just toe-tag ’em
you stepping in size 12s? might leave ’em like joe jackson
loe’s in the lab so the smoke from the kush here thick
best of the best getting shook near this
don’t make me get up in ya’ face with my footwear b-tch
i stay on top of the game like the goodyear-
shit i can’t do it, you see me coming i’m a godless machine
better yet i’m sleep’s cousin, you’ll get caught on the creep
it’s law when i speak, i’m jaws on the beach
ask peter benchley ’bout the feeding frenzy flossing my teeth

- topleft recordings c rius music lyrics

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