DJ Spinna, Jigmastas, Guru - So What lyrics
[DJ Spinna, Jigmastas, Guru - So What lyrics]
I write my fingers to the
Bone ballpoints of fountaintips
No counterfeit
Push verbs and make mountains ship
Plus my brain's a computer that
Sprouted lips overcrowded with
Sea of information experiences that
I doubt you get
A chance to go through until you're dead
Nobody knows you alive unanimous
Not known through the use of pro tools
Approach you on some nonchalant
Happy go lucky shit
Touch concepts that's immaculate
I gotta spit from the heart
About this music biz
Don't abuse it kids, it's just entertainment
Movin' unit's is essential
Treat it like a job
Clockout at the end of the day
Don't get it twisted live
Your life in disarray
You gotta hit today, go for tomorrow
Blow then sorrow start to settle in back on
The streets back in mettlin'
You wasn't wise enough to keep his shoes
I not surprised at fools
Feeble attempt at street to be tried and true
You wanna spit pull your rhymes out
You counterfeit we gon' find out
You want a rapper, are you an actor?
Just exactly what you after
You wanna spit pull your rhymes out
You counterfeit we gon' find out
The industry ain't for kiddies
So what you got a fitted hat reppin' the city
Things just ain't the same for the god
Life has changed for the god
Too many games for the god
See industry cats is like faker than ever
Try to force my hand
Son we takin' the cheddar
Distributors frontin' on dough
Don't let me make a call
We'll have 'em up in that dough
I'm stuck in this low
Rap survivalist, pack the livest shit
Tracks with Spinna be the flyest shit
What is a man with no conviction
No commitment no dedication, no affirmation
Just hidden statements and hidden hatred
Don't hold it back my nigga
Just spit it blatant
I did a bid in this biz kid
Still grindin', still ridin
Puffin the liz kid
Seein' my eyes, I don't need a disguise
Just watch for the pricks that
Be feedin 'em lies
You wanna spit pull your rhymes out
You counterfeit we gon' find out
You want a rapper, are you an actor?
Just exactly what you after
You wanna spit pull your rhymes out
You counterfeit we gon' find out
The industry ain't for kiddies
So what you got a fitted hat reppin' the city
Notice my form, it ain't the
Norm by no means, blow steam
Locomotive action under pressure
My flow mean
My face tell a thousand stories
None familiar to you
We not alike dawg, you can't relate
I'm not your usual
Sicker than your average, this mic talk
My people sendin me get well
Wishes cards from hallmark
You fall short of the
Quota needed for credible
You not able to read me dawg, i'm ilegible
Ahead of you like tears to come
My flow tight like my dears too young
And send shots that'll pierce through some
Distributors that front on that dough
Keep frontin'
Make it pop like a bottle of mo
We do it for show
Man I do this thing to survive
So fuck that faggot ass nigga that
Tried to diss me in Vibe
I spit it with pride
Disrespect my take it in stride
What I write could be a
Candidate for Pulitzer prize
You wanna spit pull your rhymes out
You counterfeit we gon' find out
You want a rapper, are you an actor?
Just exactly what you after
You wanna spit pull your rhymes out
You counterfeit we gon' find out
The industry ain't for kiddies
So what you got a fitted hat reppin' the city
Bone ballpoints of fountaintips
No counterfeit
Push verbs and make mountains ship
Plus my brain's a computer that
Sprouted lips overcrowded with
Sea of information experiences that
I doubt you get
A chance to go through until you're dead
Nobody knows you alive unanimous
Not known through the use of pro tools
Approach you on some nonchalant
Happy go lucky shit
Touch concepts that's immaculate
I gotta spit from the heart
About this music biz
Don't abuse it kids, it's just entertainment
Movin' unit's is essential
Treat it like a job
Clockout at the end of the day
Don't get it twisted live
Your life in disarray
You gotta hit today, go for tomorrow
Blow then sorrow start to settle in back on
The streets back in mettlin'
You wasn't wise enough to keep his shoes
I not surprised at fools
Feeble attempt at street to be tried and true
You wanna spit pull your rhymes out
You counterfeit we gon' find out
You want a rapper, are you an actor?
Just exactly what you after
You wanna spit pull your rhymes out
You counterfeit we gon' find out
The industry ain't for kiddies
So what you got a fitted hat reppin' the city
Things just ain't the same for the god
Life has changed for the god
Too many games for the god
See industry cats is like faker than ever
Try to force my hand
Son we takin' the cheddar
Distributors frontin' on dough
Don't let me make a call
We'll have 'em up in that dough
I'm stuck in this low
Rap survivalist, pack the livest shit
Tracks with Spinna be the flyest shit
What is a man with no conviction
No commitment no dedication, no affirmation
Just hidden statements and hidden hatred
Don't hold it back my nigga
Just spit it blatant
I did a bid in this biz kid
Still grindin', still ridin
Puffin the liz kid
Seein' my eyes, I don't need a disguise
Just watch for the pricks that
Be feedin 'em lies
You wanna spit pull your rhymes out
You counterfeit we gon' find out
You want a rapper, are you an actor?
Just exactly what you after
You wanna spit pull your rhymes out
You counterfeit we gon' find out
The industry ain't for kiddies
So what you got a fitted hat reppin' the city
Notice my form, it ain't the
Norm by no means, blow steam
Locomotive action under pressure
My flow mean
My face tell a thousand stories
None familiar to you
We not alike dawg, you can't relate
I'm not your usual
Sicker than your average, this mic talk
My people sendin me get well
Wishes cards from hallmark
You fall short of the
Quota needed for credible
You not able to read me dawg, i'm ilegible
Ahead of you like tears to come
My flow tight like my dears too young
And send shots that'll pierce through some
Distributors that front on that dough
Keep frontin'
Make it pop like a bottle of mo
We do it for show
Man I do this thing to survive
So fuck that faggot ass nigga that
Tried to diss me in Vibe
I spit it with pride
Disrespect my take it in stride
What I write could be a
Candidate for Pulitzer prize
You wanna spit pull your rhymes out
You counterfeit we gon' find out
You want a rapper, are you an actor?
Just exactly what you after
You wanna spit pull your rhymes out
You counterfeit we gon' find out
The industry ain't for kiddies
So what you got a fitted hat reppin' the city