SPAZZZ (Ft. J Dilla)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (start it off now, man) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (go) You blunderin' fools that's wonderin' (who's that?) Bus Rhymes reincarnatin' the boom-bap (bitch) Powerful blow, y'all should probably move back Take notes, study my shit, school of New Jack Look, this what you do While I give you the new crack (peep) How I bang 'em and throw another loose stack Bomb hard, you know it's the God when I spit though Cc Sabathia how a nigga piss blow Pop like I'm holdin' a cannon, let the bitch go Can't box God, what you holdin' up your fist for? (Fist for) Sharper than ever, I be on my tiptoe Probably thinkin' shit's a superpower how my wrist glow Mutilate and completely devour niggas (get low) While I'm wide receiving that bread, Ochocinco Biting the beat like I was schizo Come through, have you a seat, enjoy the best show Y'all don't want me spazz, my nigga, ain't how you want it Y'all don't want me spazz, my nigga, ain't how you want it Y'all don't want me spazz, my nigga, ain't how you want it Y'all don't want me spazz, my nigga, ain't how you want it Y'all don't want me spazz, my nigga, ain't how you want it Y'all don't want me spazz Bag big ass bitches and rope 'em, now niggas call me cow rustler Any nigga frontin' and want it, I'ma satisfy the customer (who want it?) I got a half price ass whoopin' from Busta, yeah Beat 'em and disassemble a nigga with a muffler Do this shit for the hustler While I'm sippin' and whippin' the gas guzzler V12 racing out and I'm brukin' 'em I laugh at most of you niggas to the point they call me Chuckler I bring it for the hood and you know I block for the sufferer And I'm damn right spazzin' and I get so obscene Typecast when I black like Bokeem Woodbine You wishing you could find shit that'll stash Shit that be making a nigga want crash Bust your shit with a smash and do the dash And have him look for the chalk I body shit then I'm leaving the street to talk Then I'm planting my pitchfork And then I rep and connect it And then bruise niggas that study my next chess move You took a wrong turn on this avenue (uh-huh) Y'all know that y'all ain't got a cage for this animal (uh-huh) When I'm in the building, niggas know how to act Get it up, get it up, get it up, up, bang on 'em Act sick (come on), back flip (come on) You know the god be back in the cockpit (come on) Money flippin' like we on a crack strip See, we ain't playin' No delayin', we keep'em prayin' Watch me fuck it up again, yo (yo) I hit 'em slow like a bag of the dro A MAC with the glow, black in my clothes (murda) All of a sudden they buzzin', I'm what you never heard of I'm everything that they wasn't, let me expose it further Future high tech, I ditech and dissect niggas and ride jets Then switch 'em out and then I think about how my mind gets (righteous) Then I use the cloud to wipe my ass while I'm flyin' (diapers) Then I split multiple cells in the brain when I spit a ciphers Then I got the game locked more than categorized lifers Better clarify your vision and clear the screen with your wipers I'm nicer when I switch a lane like I'm whippin' a viper The type to wrestle the bread like I'm Rowdy Roddy Piper You the type to kiss the bitch who give me head and wanna wife her Roll up all of a sudden (hold up) There's no competing But it amaze me the type of shit niggas dream when they be sleeping Reluctantly, I claim and charter the plane for the weekend When I watch him wake up to unfathomable ass beatings Look, look, turn the lights off I might wipe off the perspiration, my mic's off Well, fuck it, I'ma keep it going, bitch, 'til my track gone Kev Brown, do me a favor, turn my mic back on Jimmy Crack Corn, just when you thought you laid the bomb down, homie You was dreaming better calm down, homie