Dr Syntax - Animal Hides lyrics
[Dr Syntax - Animal Hides lyrics]
Yo, I hold the stage down
Like it tried to escape
So I had to throw my weight
Around and bind it with tape
Still, I stay grounded, live in the place
One-Forty-Eight pounds of prime fillet steak
Fake clowns catch a pie to the face
You suckers need to slow your pace down
Start applying your brakes
Ill like I came out of the vagina with AIDS
That's why I got my name
Out on vinyl in crates the legend's here
Serving suckers like I'm Belvedere
When I enter from the venue
Rear bet you many cheer
I am the well revered
Held it down for several years
Worked a circuit big enough
To dissect the hemispheres
I'm fooling with you 'cause in
Truth I'm just starting out
The rep is minor but the
Passion you can hardly doubt
I've got the hardest crowds
Rowdier than lager louts starting bouts
Only calming down when they're passing out
In club gigs I can muster up wit's
To get the hunnies fronting
With puckered up lips
Some bustas wanna rumble and
They're running up quick
Against the number one they should
Run and jump ship!
Man! I'm not a dude with a pimp strut
It's the UK! They don't play
My music in stripclubs!
Still I'm producing to sick stuff
This is underground
Its not about how many floozies you picked up
I did the work, I handled the grind
Juggling a nine-to-five so I manage my time
Here's another hot production
I'm back on the line then I ship it to your
Doorstep packaged and signed
Believe the passion that I pack into rhymes
Is actually twice as fat as the aquatic
Expanse that is dragged by the tides
My charismatic acts will rapidly have
You slapping your sides
Until they're tattered as the
Fabric on animal hides
And if a man would survive I'd
Leave a taste so sour he'd be wishing all my
Patterns were caramelized
Fuck a chariot ride I'd
Rather gallantly stride
Into battle using rap like a dagger to fight
I'm not a gangster with a slag for a wife
A chickenhead after my treasure
Like she's Anneka Rice
I like a lass to be attractive and nice
The natural type
And not a tacky slag acting mad
Cause I'm grabbing a mic
We rock tracks
We've got that style down to a tee
Have you ever in your whole damn life seen
A show that can flow so fluidly
Like it tried to escape
So I had to throw my weight
Around and bind it with tape
Still, I stay grounded, live in the place
One-Forty-Eight pounds of prime fillet steak
Fake clowns catch a pie to the face
You suckers need to slow your pace down
Start applying your brakes
Ill like I came out of the vagina with AIDS
That's why I got my name
Out on vinyl in crates the legend's here
Serving suckers like I'm Belvedere
When I enter from the venue
Rear bet you many cheer
I am the well revered
Held it down for several years
Worked a circuit big enough
To dissect the hemispheres
I'm fooling with you 'cause in
Truth I'm just starting out
The rep is minor but the
Passion you can hardly doubt
I've got the hardest crowds
Rowdier than lager louts starting bouts
Only calming down when they're passing out
In club gigs I can muster up wit's
To get the hunnies fronting
With puckered up lips
Some bustas wanna rumble and
They're running up quick
Against the number one they should
Run and jump ship!
Man! I'm not a dude with a pimp strut
It's the UK! They don't play
My music in stripclubs!
Still I'm producing to sick stuff
This is underground
Its not about how many floozies you picked up
I did the work, I handled the grind
Juggling a nine-to-five so I manage my time
Here's another hot production
I'm back on the line then I ship it to your
Doorstep packaged and signed
Believe the passion that I pack into rhymes
Is actually twice as fat as the aquatic
Expanse that is dragged by the tides
My charismatic acts will rapidly have
You slapping your sides
Until they're tattered as the
Fabric on animal hides
And if a man would survive I'd
Leave a taste so sour he'd be wishing all my
Patterns were caramelized
Fuck a chariot ride I'd
Rather gallantly stride
Into battle using rap like a dagger to fight
I'm not a gangster with a slag for a wife
A chickenhead after my treasure
Like she's Anneka Rice
I like a lass to be attractive and nice
The natural type
And not a tacky slag acting mad
Cause I'm grabbing a mic
We rock tracks
We've got that style down to a tee
Have you ever in your whole damn life seen
A show that can flow so fluidly