Big Mouf
(专辑: Are You In?: Nike + Original Run - 2009)
[Posdnuos:] Some say the
game's real 'cause The
Man didn't give us manuals to the
game to make it big A
corner boy tryna claim a
smidge To keep all the
right foods in the
fridge Keep all the
right dudes on the
bridge When I
get in, the
captian seek Sorta liek James Kirk, but my name's Work-MATIC Here to adjust, the
pros oppose to gettin froze than economy plus Link up with Erick and P. And do a
whole collabo together, called +The Joint+, business class To run up in first so the
biz can last Instead, the
biz went to hell and got infiltrated By them mainstream infidels, so here to settle the
score Blow up the
track to bits and leave nothing! No clause or claim, provoking a
fear or fame Just know the
name! It ain't De La, that's the
group I'm in It ain't old school, that's the
truth I
blend And this will not be the
realest shit I
ever wrote But more real than theirs, so what that say about the
words THEY spoke? I
tell ya light and raw, you never find a
black man with blue balls... Like you hard, sell a
load every area code Domestic or inter-national, see that sounds a
little un-rational Watch your step, you might TRIP! [Dave:] Look out below, a
nigga done fell in These rhymes are for sell, but it ain't gun sellin Tellin tales as such, that's just for liars Equipped with the
hands to silence ya whole choir Deny her! She the
one who started this nonsense Excuse me, I
got issues of my consciences Flip like Geminis, in fact, I
am just a
Virgo Tee shot the
bird to skeet skeets a
burner to ya big mouf You can find us in the
big house, invitin you to the
doorstep Where the
raw's kept, the
fourth step, broke I'm a
take him if I
got money on his mouth so I'm a
move the
cliff The
right route, we break bread and make bread Charge a
fam a
fee for it's mistake bread Good times, sometimes seem corrupt I
put my shell on the
book so we movin on up Confuse it all up, peep the
rule of thumb I
got consent from a
king so a
bitch can't run And beggars can't beg when the
deaf don't hear If I'm blind to the
facts, I
see your bullshit clear And you been all year in my ear with your feathers Peacockin the
boy, we droppin the
boy Inserts volumes, twenty are dances It'll be sweet if you heard the
advance... Now bring the
chorus in [Chorus x2: Dave (Pos)] SHOUT! Talk about it! Say somethin! (That's that SHIT right there!) You heard that? LOUDER! It's the
BIG MOUF! [Posdnuos:] The
mirror shows me frowns when the
money's tight Sometime you gotta go LEFT to get the
money right And I'm NOT gonna be left behind Fuck all your phonecalls, Merce has left the
line Whatever you need say, say it to Trent or Ray or Chris Ak, or Smilez No longer wanna hear it, unless it's the
files of the
MP3 Gottin me to spit the
P, with about five-letter Fs' attached While you in your ride screaming... (YO, what the
hell did he say?!) (Man, bring that back!) A
poor man's hope, a
poor manhood Back in your egghead like yo... You niggas will NOT elude me! Helpin you remember wire the
first, you should include me The
Leo slash dragon, who pulled out the
knife And SLASHED all four tires on the
bandwagon! [Chorus x4]