Buck 65 - Style 386 lyrics
[Buck 65 - Style 386 lyrics]
From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn
I drop math in ya path and rock on
Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise
For you to try battlin me would be unwise
65 cause seven days of the week so
You don't wanna catch a sinker
Slider to the cheek bone
Call me critical the disc jockey
The B side kickin phat beats eternal
The colonel pushin fried chicken
Snap cracklin, the daft shacklin rap jackels
Sneak attack battlin wack tacklin
The crab apple got skills but
At the same time artist
I face the east and pray to the rhyme goddess
With the tender lovin
There ain't another bitch like her
The good sumaritin, homicidal hitchhicker
Hell on wheels of steel, stick shifted
Puffin on beats and rock on
To get quick lifted
Syllables into non-refillable blank spaces
Eliminatin contestants according to
Their rank basis
Buryin caesarean MCs when the scratch is torn
Direct other rappers can't fuck
With the natural born
I never face the same ginet that Romeo faces
Cause, I'm too concerned with
My own homeostasis
The DJ front and center and
The sooner he flips
You'll be freeze framin till
The next lunar eclipse
With the crazy ass birds a prey
They got the right words to say
They come and sit beside you when
Ya eatin ya curds and whey
Try to make a new jack feel the ace of spades
Before ya know the ledge gettin
Sorta might replace his grades
Used and confused goin about
The whole scheme wrong
Ass backwards from the closin credit's
To the theme song
Dire strait's reminising back to prior dates
Ya better off tossin ya rhyme
Book in the fire place
To slash and burn and try to
Learn how to earn the wage
The end of the chapter for a rapper
Time to turn the page
Pathetic cryin on ya knees, beggin
For a lease please
Lemme keep the autographed poster
And the creased sleeve
The whole prize vaporized before your
Eyes ya lost objective
Because the dream was no
Longer cost effective
Ya threw a gutter ball and
Still had the utter gaul
To profile and front
When you know my shit is butter y'all
From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn
I drop math in ya path and rock on
Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise
For you to try battlin me would be unwise
From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn
I drop math in ya path and rock on
Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise
For you to try battlin me would be unwise
I drop math in ya path and rock on
Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise
For you to try battlin me would be unwise
65 cause seven days of the week so
You don't wanna catch a sinker
Slider to the cheek bone
Call me critical the disc jockey
The B side kickin phat beats eternal
The colonel pushin fried chicken
Snap cracklin, the daft shacklin rap jackels
Sneak attack battlin wack tacklin
The crab apple got skills but
At the same time artist
I face the east and pray to the rhyme goddess
With the tender lovin
There ain't another bitch like her
The good sumaritin, homicidal hitchhicker
Hell on wheels of steel, stick shifted
Puffin on beats and rock on
To get quick lifted
Syllables into non-refillable blank spaces
Eliminatin contestants according to
Their rank basis
Buryin caesarean MCs when the scratch is torn
Direct other rappers can't fuck
With the natural born
I never face the same ginet that Romeo faces
Cause, I'm too concerned with
My own homeostasis
The DJ front and center and
The sooner he flips
You'll be freeze framin till
The next lunar eclipse
With the crazy ass birds a prey
They got the right words to say
They come and sit beside you when
Ya eatin ya curds and whey
Try to make a new jack feel the ace of spades
Before ya know the ledge gettin
Sorta might replace his grades
Used and confused goin about
The whole scheme wrong
Ass backwards from the closin credit's
To the theme song
Dire strait's reminising back to prior dates
Ya better off tossin ya rhyme
Book in the fire place
To slash and burn and try to
Learn how to earn the wage
The end of the chapter for a rapper
Time to turn the page
Pathetic cryin on ya knees, beggin
For a lease please
Lemme keep the autographed poster
And the creased sleeve
The whole prize vaporized before your
Eyes ya lost objective
Because the dream was no
Longer cost effective
Ya threw a gutter ball and
Still had the utter gaul
To profile and front
When you know my shit is butter y'all
From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn
I drop math in ya path and rock on
Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise
For you to try battlin me would be unwise
From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn
I drop math in ya path and rock on
Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise
For you to try battlin me would be unwise