Ekko, SpittinTrue - Duo Busts lyrics
[Ekko, SpittinTrue - Duo Busts lyrics]
SpittinTrue spitting first? This
Is something new
You ain't heard of me and Ekko?
Man what's wrong with you!
When the duo busts
We ain't faking rough shit i'm telling you
The two of us ain't nothing to fuck with!
I'll come through first, damn E, back me up
Right hook, left jab
Man he'll smack you punks
Gut punch to the stomach
No ice for you to numb it tough luck
You're the dumbest and about to get punished
Ekko can hold you down
Strap you to the table
While I snap and crack your back
And make you half disabled
Now your doctors have arrived and
Yeah we've got the medication
To get your head sedated as we
Break your fucking face in!
Explode and blow like Krakatoa
Load then go and smack a hoe I'm
'Bout to let these wankers know I'll boast
My prose 'till rap is no more
Battle 'till you have a coma
Tackle like I ran 'em over
Harsh cause I don't practice yoga
Show these foes the knack for flowing
Sticking my fucking teeth around
The evilest person's gun
Police arrive at the scene
And I'll turn them into murderers
Then get 'em sent to hell
Escape and flee with the virgins and
Show them my dick
Wrapped around my fucking knee
Like a tourniquet
I'm coming in strong like Louis Arm- Backup!
Crew starts to act up
Stacks start to rack up!
Imma carrier like a Louis Vuitton
Holding energy as I'm doing this song!
Get the turntable going
I do more than produce!
I produce rhymes like Seuss, and they deuce
So if you want beef, then bring the ruckus
SpittinTrue and Ekko ain't nothin
To fuck with!
Ready, set, go, call me Das EFX!
Paper 'stead of pigskin, so I toss the text
Hip Hop's dead cause I murdered it, like Nas
I vex this disorienting pleasure like
Cross eyed sex!
Me and SpittinTrue, we household names
Confusing mothafuckas like a
Mouse bold! Changed
Rap for the better, now, how we play?
To the limit! Never stopping! And now we say-
Is something new
You ain't heard of me and Ekko?
Man what's wrong with you!
When the duo busts
We ain't faking rough shit i'm telling you
The two of us ain't nothing to fuck with!
I'll come through first, damn E, back me up
Right hook, left jab
Man he'll smack you punks
Gut punch to the stomach
No ice for you to numb it tough luck
You're the dumbest and about to get punished
Ekko can hold you down
Strap you to the table
While I snap and crack your back
And make you half disabled
Now your doctors have arrived and
Yeah we've got the medication
To get your head sedated as we
Break your fucking face in!
Explode and blow like Krakatoa
Load then go and smack a hoe I'm
'Bout to let these wankers know I'll boast
My prose 'till rap is no more
Battle 'till you have a coma
Tackle like I ran 'em over
Harsh cause I don't practice yoga
Show these foes the knack for flowing
Sticking my fucking teeth around
The evilest person's gun
Police arrive at the scene
And I'll turn them into murderers
Then get 'em sent to hell
Escape and flee with the virgins and
Show them my dick
Wrapped around my fucking knee
Like a tourniquet
I'm coming in strong like Louis Arm- Backup!
Crew starts to act up
Stacks start to rack up!
Imma carrier like a Louis Vuitton
Holding energy as I'm doing this song!
Get the turntable going
I do more than produce!
I produce rhymes like Seuss, and they deuce
So if you want beef, then bring the ruckus
SpittinTrue and Ekko ain't nothin
To fuck with!
Ready, set, go, call me Das EFX!
Paper 'stead of pigskin, so I toss the text
Hip Hop's dead cause I murdered it, like Nas
I vex this disorienting pleasure like
Cross eyed sex!
Me and SpittinTrue, we household names
Confusing mothafuckas like a
Mouse bold! Changed
Rap for the better, now, how we play?
To the limit! Never stopping! And now we say-