Extended F@mm, PackFM, Tonedeff, Mecca - How U Doin? lyrics

[Extended F@mm, PackFM, Tonedeff, Mecca - How U Doin? lyrics]

We don't say "Hi" & We don't say "hello"
The only thing we say after
Wrecking your show is how U Doin?

It's outrageous
The way I stay rippin up these stages
I spit shit so sick
You wish it was contageous
Spread like The Plague is with
Vibes like silent pagers
Niggas kickin fake shit
Blame it on the matrix
You're so wack that you'll leave a
Theif screamin "I can't take this!"
I get Biz like Mark, I'm catchin weck
You're catchin vapors
All you're perpetratin' is pure cetification
That you wouldn't be as dope as me
If you did ya best impersonation
I still can't stand you, rhyme parapallegic
Niggas thinkin I'm ill
Cause their raps are makin me sick
So what you want from me?
Evacuate my company
You could swallow my sperm
And wouldn't be spittin as nuts as me

I'm cussin when I'm bustin frees
I'd love to see you fuck with T
If I crush your team with cuts that means
I clutched you in my custody
I touch a beat reluctantly
Cause of what it does to me
There's something freakish up, it seems
I suddenly can jump the trees
The function is perfunctory
With stunning ease I lunge for Greece
And only cease, because
You seei stumped my feet on Tuscany
My running cleets were scuffed to pieces
MC's are cunts in heat
That scrub and clean for nothing
B - Their mugs are freakin' ugly
They're clumsy in their drudgery shitmy
Tongue is tweaked abundantly
My luxury money's eaten by monthly fees
In summary, i stunningly can stomach these
Abundantly unfunny geeks
These scummy freaks are somewhat neat
To hunt for weeks
I strut the streets comfortably
Cause punks duck in retreat
I'm the one that makes you shun beliefs
Like nuns & priests with cummy sheets
I've brung complete sums of treats you're
Buggin how I strung this feat
The sublety is null indeed
So don't confront us when we meet!

I will go all out, to humiliate you
Burn through any squad that affiliates you
That'll give the kids on the
Corner something to chat about
Give all these mad rappers something
To be mad about
I'm made for this, like guns was made to buck
Got entertainers pissed
Cause I break their legs for luck
Stuck watching this son of
Southside who accomplished this
Blocking this? Tell me how you
Plan to stop apocalypse
That's claiming to be all the
Flame & the heat and how we
Reign in the street and put
Your name if defeat
Have a seatdon't ever come
Through acting loud
Cause, I will leave you slumped on
That block you're so proud of
You bow, cause I always impress, always amaze
Straight arsonistconstantly coming with blaze
In another minute, you g'on wanna chase me
Cause your vibe just can't replace me
Flow just can't erase me
I remain rhymer-proof, time constructed
Forgive them fatherthey know not
Who they fuck with
Cause as an MC, I stay baptized to bang
While you could be crucified
And still couldn't hang
Whoever think they got something for it
Get up on it
I'll teach you and your crew what
It means not to want it
I don't air out tracksi ventilate
Rhymes penetrate
Crews disintergrate it's mecca's way
Or the interstate

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