The Rhythm - Bas Blasta Song Lyrics
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Typed by: miguelv2000@hotmail.com * * send corrections to the typist [Chorus] {*scratched*} The rhythm Make you co-op-er-rate with the rhythm [Bas Blasta] My mind is cloudy, nigga I wanna get rowdy That's how we do shit, a few clips and then we outty Give me some room to get verbal and in rogue I got you thumpin' something like I holdin' your roller Your pain is inflicted with shits form my scripts kicked I got you opened you beats be smokin' where my dick sits One of ya knows why you pose like a faggot It's like I shit it, the father did it, beheaded dragon Still on my tip for the technical fast flow There ain't no cash, so stay the fuck out my ass hole Two more is the last song, so blessed on, with Teflon With meth on my mind got left Shit, a fly couldn't catch one [JuJu] Fuck keepin' it real, I ain't jokin' You bitch-ass niggas act hard and they still get their shit broken Wildin' is risky but it's fun I'm on some ol' cowboy shit give me some whiskey and a fuckin' gun You watchin' niggas set it off son I have all you niggas runnin' like girls when I let off one A little nigga go in fire you know I'm a star I got you white kids sittin' in my fuckin' park Let them niggas try and curse mine I heard niggas liked they comin' through the island for the first time Junkyard Ju represent, no doubt 3CF mob, fuck the world and I'm out [Chorus] [Lord Finesse] Check it I catch wreck when my mind's at When it's time to get down I get around like nine atch Give me your ring I can still swing my fuck with these four bore rappers where you can have a real thing So just cool it I flow like fluid Ain't nothing to it I keep it raw like suage Huh, brothers think they got my flow figured but you can have a afro on slacks that don't mean you got soul nigga Stand back, don't try to keep close it's the funky man, Lord Finesse straight from the Eastcoast I can't hang, come on, picture that I'm from Uptown, Boogie Down where rap was invented at Matter of fact I'm out to stack figures when I drop rhymes I make brothers go 'Yo who's that nigga!?' Fuck around you'll get your ass fried this ain't far side I'm not someone nigga that you go passed by Come on, you're rollin' with a page star I keep my money in rolls just like my motherfuckin' brains are No doubt, I got clout I'm gonna say peace adios one love Yo, I'm out [Fat Joe] Yeah, here comes the night time stalker who's swelling niggas' lips rather than Jimmy Walker The freestyler, nigga get scuela Fuck a bitch, you know I'm all about makin' dollars Fat Joe, you know I been here before Rap was for the near, but was kickin' shit raw Motherfuckers know the flow was tight baggin' hoes like the Puerto Rican Dolomite Man listen, there's no competition 'Joe takin' it out?' look nigga keep wishin' Fat Joe and you know how we do peace to Big Ed, and my nigga JuJu word [Chorus] [Godfather Don] Come fo' rough with the rhyme crew fresh Bass bless the words penetrate through flesh Why not pay dues to earn props You soundin' like my nigga I'm not gonna pay the bucket, yo I'm comin' of okay, makin' rappers run like O.J. Would've been clan, like the man who's named José no way will the competator get out of the bloods that the wildlife predator Straight through your brain is where I aim When I start to inflict pain you will never be able to maintain Insane, with my bank descript rappers can't get with the way I'm kickin' it I can't stand a hypocrit who tries to trust and cling styles he fails to rouse with the fatality of a child Bas got mad rhymes the party bounces I think of no book that weighs forty ounces [Chorus] |