[Verse One] [El Da Sensei] We cop it off and blast, brag with slang editorial Man they never called you when the loot becomes recordable Audible pro I smash lines into winery Locked in the booth with the neighbors is where you find me Trippin from days back, but now Im futuristic 2009 still thrill with linguistics Dwell underneath in the thick of the beat Pick up your feet and wake you from your slumbering sleep Pummel the weak and spit like street sweepers in broad day Spit it the hard way like Cosby on an off day Crazed and throw it together in a better context Always brand new like the cat who aint signed yet Rhyme vet, in shape like cardio in the gym Heartless with the pen, regardless who you send Tim, Socks and me, together we team Blowin off steam, Returners you know the routine [Chorus] Cats wanna front on the name I aint trippin Imma keep showin up on the bill so deal with it Heat rocks still kickin my dude I aint trippin Cock back, hot raps and you know we got that We keep a rappers feet to the flames I aint trippin Packin with capacity crowds so stay flippin I aint trippin No, Im not playin with ya [Verse Two] [Ghettosocks] Dude, Im not trippin, your tunes are not hittin The Sock spittin, clock chicks gin on the rocks sippin My Pulp Fiction will knock you out the box limpin And hot writtens, clown kids like Robot Chicken My cliques bangin like chip wagons packed with ? We called your blog Raw Dawg and crashed the server Enthusiasm curber, well smash your promo Playin hot potato with your head and catch a murder After I lash out Im sewing your eyelids Fly shit, burn your retinas and fill up your mind quick I call your chick Dell cause shes building a virus Thatll cast away your friends like on Gilligans Island Look, even your mom loves to see this kid rhyme But when you free I actually see the stink lines Im three to six times, easily this big time Cause to crush they A game I never need to bring mine [Chorus] We keep a rappers feet to the flames I aint trippin Packin with capacity crowds so stay flippin I aint trippin Cats wanna front on the name I aint trippin Imma keep showin up on the bill so deal with it Heat rocks still kickin my dude I aint trippin Cock back, hot raps and you know we got that No, Im not playin with ya
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