about
Agitated.
lyrics
[Verse 1: Korim]
Aiight...look...yo...
Tryna dig a little deeper when I'm spittin'
like I'm excavatin' while I'm elevatin': contradiction.
Kinda hit that leave you limpin'. Impact is that fat.
Kinda gordo. More so than your flow.
I'm on that poor folk, rickety-front-porch-and-screen-do'.
I don't know what they front fo'. They seem broke.
Can you see the story and the realness written in it?
I ain't in a hurry but the mission movin' quick and sprintin'.
Ain't no finish line, either. Out here dinner-time-eatin'.
Killer lines. Reaper on the creep. Takin' souls 'fore I leave.
Tell 'em I don't need a whole lotta things, just
gimme more money please. Punchlines, crunch time,
grind. Funny cheese, dummies need not
get they tongues runnin'. Please stop. It ain't nothin', boy, buzz, and bee chopped.
Bring it back...Pete Rock. Lemme let my beat drop.
Heard what I said. Let the Earth rock, hurtin' ya head.
[Hook: Defcee and Korim (x2)]
What you on, bruh? Dope or dog shhhhh...
From a kennel full of spitters and they all pits.
Kickin' bars, rip 'em all 'til they call quits.
Get a boss, trick, cuz you ain't on this.
[Verse 2: Defcee]
Jo! (What?)
I hear 'em sayin' I'm too old,
so I leave all the hate I been rakin' in twofold.
Years back, woulda been prayers for dudes' souls
but I'm too busy makin' and breakin' these new molds.
Roll tents up, runnin' past y'all camps.
Mad at the moves? Then battle my passport stamps.
This is the lesson I bless 'em with: math all there.
Addin' Adam to tracks is havin' half y'all scared,
so let's get it crackin' like bad leather.
Any attacker? I done waxed 'em. They tan better.
You ain't seein' names attached to the tag, heffer.
Anonymous swag: bodybagged. Don't rap ever.
The language that you overspeakin' isn't the same, pop.
You tryin' on reachin' my range, stop.
This is cleaver versus sweetener, so come get your cane chopped.
Now THAT'S how you spittin' this ether without a namedrop
[Hook: Defcee and Korim (x2)]
[Verse 3: Defcee]
I put the “Jew” in jewel, damn it.
Bars reach and sweep craters on new planets
Nude tapes of news anchors: I do damage.
Y’all keep bringing your razors to nuke landings.
These dudes cannons don’t shoot: the flash off.
Day spas and facials: all they masks soft.
So I sidestep ‘em while I earn my numbers
cuz I never play fair like a turnstyle jumper.
Hurricane slang; tornado talkin’.
Born in a storm. Don’t swarm where I’m walkin’.
Typhoon in step. Swagger of a tidal wave.
Rappin’ is a title game. Adam got a Michael J.
Yeah, this is too smart. What I spit? FUBAR.
Monkey punch: ape real. Sorry if I fool y’all.
Rhymes up, and they smellin’ fresher than a new car;
y’all can barely keep the Pistons runnin’ like you Dumars.
[Hook: Defcee and Korim (x2)]
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Selves,
released June 21, 2011
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