Dirty Heads - Antelope lyrics

Well, my
Hat brim might be worn a little too low
You're too slow
What the fuck do you really think you know
I do so, and every rhyme that I spit
Is just so crucial like Metamucil
I kill some rhymes that I'm used to
You park so high and mighty
But I'm not mighty high
Duddy smoke you out with weed and
Leave your mouth fucking dry
Cause some of them rappin', clappin'
Laughin' always beer tappin'
Fuckin' dorkette slapping
Be ridiculous at how I'm trippin'
Is all I'm thinking is this the
Best MC that you can find
I shine like some moonlight through the pine
Yo, and even if you were wine
I'd still stay dope up with my line

Well if you generally irie
Then roll with the stylie
Duddy "smokin' Cali green leaf 'til I die" B
Leave me alone when I'm chilling in my home
Yo, I'm smooth like a Schwinn and
I shine like the chrome of it's fender
Remember this microphone defender
Return your shit to sender cause no
One wants to hear it
Yo, your lyrics are weak and
Yes your spirit's meek
And you an ignant motherfucker
Yes it shows when you speak
You're a wicked disappointment
Your rhymes need some ointment
The crowd at your shows
Always laughing and pointin'
Leavin' and blewin', my boy has been groovin'
And I'm still backstage just
Smokin' and boozin' confusin' the sets
Save the best for my choosin'
I'm choosin' the rest so you're losin'

Well, don't forget about the down
And dirty southern Cali flow
Just open the melody and let the rhythm go
I'm hoofing up the track just
Like a bouncing antelope
And soften up your Skoal just
Like a ripened cantaloupe because the west
(west) coast (coast) knows how to kill it
Yo, and y'all
(y'all) know (know) when it's time to feel it
Yo, we make it right (make it right)
So we up all night (up all night)
Until it's tight (until it's tight)
Until it's tight (until it's tight)
A bohemian rhapsody, these syllables after me
With lyrical chastity and verbally blasphemy
The illest we have to be
With musical masterpiece
So come on and clap with me
So come on and clap with me
(So come on and clap with me)
Just come on and clap with me
(So come on and clap with me)
Yo, just come on and clap with me

Once upon a time in the neighborhood
There was a little dirty boy that
Was up to no good he had a chip in his tooth
And a mic in his hand
He had a dirty-ass head from
The beach and the sand he said
I just got out of the water
And I'm late for school
I asked Duddy to skip and he said
That's cool so we went to the liquor store
Got ourselves some Magnums
Rollin' down the street, yeah
You know we brown bagged 'em
With the 50s on top and the 20s on bottom
Said we rollin' through my hood, yeah
You know we got 'em
Sucker MCs wanna battle me, but that's okay
I tell 'em
Don't fuck around because we don't play
I sang rock out with my cock out
I got balls of steel
Hear me clanking down the street
Like a bag of beer
Said the dance off session
Gonna start right here
Duddy B, grab the wheel, cause, I can't steer
You got 20-inch rims and they
Spinnin' when you stop
Said I don't give a fuck
Kill it when the beat drops
Cause that's what I respect
To all you knuckle heads and derelicts
Just jammin down the sound with
The syllables and intellect
Maybe not the intellect
But the syllables are clean
And I leave you in the
Desert with an empty canteen
While I be rippin' shows
From here to Galapagos
And I be pickin' foes like I'm pickin' a fro
And all you chicken head hoes
That come to picket my shows you got to go