A.D. Carson, Sonny Blue, Preme - 10 - At It Again lyrics

Off the chain like Django on
Your toes like tango rap so sweet
These niggas get mixed with mango
Take yo’ M-utha F-uckin’
Slow flow won't rush ours like Chris Tucker
Won’t cuff her don’t need her i be the
New Joe Cool no need for heat seekers
Who want dude? No pleas just please be gone
While I speak on relax, put feet on
The track no refunds in fact, it’s free come
Sit back and breathe some
Relax just breathe, son inhale, then exhale
Repeat ‘til you believe it’s second nature
Then embrace it and just
Wait for what await's
And as the pace starts to quicken
You’re soon aware that you’re
Living and you’ve
Been given the rhythm to function
Strange sort of seduction
So take it the way that it comes to
You you won’t regret it
But you might not even get it

Preme on the track, Dot with the pen
Watch out, ‘cause them boys at it again
So come on a-Dot rhyming, Preme quantizing
Fuck boys hate ‘cause they stars’ not rising
We know

It’s A-Dot won’t be no confusing what
I be doing with rap
It’s similar to what Preme
Be doing with tracks
So it’s actually symbiotic
Like Snoop and Dre with The Chronic
Or getting hooked on to phonics
The manic semantics couldn’t be
Deciphered by Mannix
I plan, plot and exam it
It’s hot fuck it so fan it
I hand it to you with pleasure
I do it because I’m better
But also because I love what it does
When you get a buzz it’s
Above being just words it’s heard
Interpreted by the brain and processed
Created in my image like God, but godless
Not saying I’m God let’s
Not play with the gods, just
I pray that it’s harmless
Just harder to digest
If you got it, you got fed if you didn’t
Just skip back
Got problems? Well, I said what I said
And I meant that if you got it
You got fed if you didn’t just skip back
But you might not even get it
So, let me explain what I’m saying:
Since we can’t see God
We have to see It in us
If we’re made in That image, then That’s what
We perceive what we know to be true
And it’s abstract
God thinks, so we are i rap, and that’s That
Now, back to creating life in the void
Where there’s no things:
Compare it to my voice
And the irony won’t seem that ironic
I mean, I speak, and it’s here
And you can feel it
But you might not even get it

Preme on the track, Dot with the pen
Watch out, ‘cause them boys at it again
So come on a-Dot rhyming, Preme quantizing
Fuck boys hate ‘cause they stars’ not rising
We know

They call me Preme won't be no confusing
What I be doing with loops
It’s similar to what Dilla do in the booth:
A symbiotic amalgam like Spike
& Denzel in Malcolm
Or maybe Mo’ Better Blues
I make it, I send it
He spazz on it we never lose
The end result is immaculate
Lyrics and clever tunes
Together fused we clever dudes
Give ‘em that Hip-Hop they never get to see
I put them letters together
Call me "Elemino-P"
So you can take yo’ G-od D-amnit
Wack flow and wack beats back
To yo’ seat granted
You never plan on handin’ ‘em
To Preme & Dilla
Real killas licensed to ill
And specialize in leaving beats damaged
Flip that
Let me switch the plot to a different topic
Niggas know how I give
It up i'm philanthropic
It's all a scheme rappers
Try’n’a cause a scene
Picture these peasants and
Coon niggas try’n’a
Serve me like I'm Paula Deen
It won’t happen it’s all a
Dream no Martin King
My mission is to live out
Them visions that Martin seen
Ain’t try’n’a entertain you niggas
Like a "Martin" scene
I’m just try’n’a live my life and
Find out what tomorrow brings
I’m Hannibal with this bars and schemes
Try to spar with Preme
I'll eat your liver with Chianti
And some fava beans
Leave you lambs silent when it's
Time to spit it
Still, you might not even get it get it?

Preme on the track, Dot with the pen
Watch out, ‘cause them boys at it again
So come on a-Dot rhyming, Preme quantizing
Fuck boys hate ‘cause they stars’ not rising
We know