GZA - Paper Plate lyrics
[GZA - Paper Plate lyrics]
You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather
Rhyme like Ricky Hatton
Smash whatever you throw
1000 is what I'm battin'
Got a few hooks but no jabs
Took them out your corn
Dog books and notepads i get it
You Got Rich robbing those in the industry
Bite off this one, steal from your enemy
Never try to play the hottest
One out your camp
He might step off and take half
The joules from your amp
Enough to make you vogue on the cover of GQ
Only missing the sheer blouse, homie
You see-through
Stop sipping on that Formula 50
They want heat
I'll give it to them burnt and crispy
Rhymes too short to box with God
So stretch it especially these overrated rap
Steppin' fetchers i told you if I rain
There'll be an eternal drizzle
Woodwork strips being chipped
To charred chisel
One verse shatter your spine
And crush your spirit no matter what
You still window shop for lyrics
If you's a pimp, put chicks on a stroll
And if those your soldiers
Give 'em bigger guns to hold
Who Shot Ya? You don't have
Enough on your roster
Move like a Fed, talk like a mobster
That Yayo slangin, please abort it
Too many cuts on it
Cokeheads they won't snort it
Spray the Flea-Unit with pesticides
You can get your best ghostwriters
Get them all to testify
Have you ever been stung
By a thousand hornets?
Five hundred killa bees
Buzzing and really on it
Whipped with Cuban Linx
Cut with Liquid Swords
Choked by Ironman 'til we
Crush your vocal cords
You ain't nothing but a pig in a blanket
Hoghead, the deadliest food at the banquet
All this rap crap that's
Trapped in your colon only means
Get rid of the whack shit you're holdin'
Sweet-tooth dudes stay out the candyshop
You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to
See the panties drop
A few cats is looking for a rat with cheese
Got something to pitch? They all
Swing a bat with ease
Get your ankles rolled while
Doing your two-step
Leave a Thank-You note for the
Crutches the Wu left proactive rap
You know they put drug in the cream
You hallucinate, see Kanye in your dream
And yo, i don't smoke dust I dust
Off Smokey and the Bandit's
With the brush stroke off the canvas
I walk on your Gators and lizards
Raise the lynx that was killed for your minx
You be rocking them Blizzards
Wanna be caught 'til you walk the D-Block
To get a transfer
I'll spread your wings like Peacocks
I was an emcee while you was in Nutville
On a world tour
You was gettin' your guts filled
Ten years your senior but I
Flow like I'm twenty-one
Straight from Medina with a mass of many suns
Supernova give off gamma ray bursts
And I'll finish this, only 'cause
I let off first, what's up?
Rhyme like Ricky Hatton
Smash whatever you throw
1000 is what I'm battin'
Got a few hooks but no jabs
Took them out your corn
Dog books and notepads i get it
You Got Rich robbing those in the industry
Bite off this one, steal from your enemy
Never try to play the hottest
One out your camp
He might step off and take half
The joules from your amp
Enough to make you vogue on the cover of GQ
Only missing the sheer blouse, homie
You see-through
Stop sipping on that Formula 50
They want heat
I'll give it to them burnt and crispy
Rhymes too short to box with God
So stretch it especially these overrated rap
Steppin' fetchers i told you if I rain
There'll be an eternal drizzle
Woodwork strips being chipped
To charred chisel
One verse shatter your spine
And crush your spirit no matter what
You still window shop for lyrics
If you's a pimp, put chicks on a stroll
And if those your soldiers
Give 'em bigger guns to hold
Who Shot Ya? You don't have
Enough on your roster
Move like a Fed, talk like a mobster
That Yayo slangin, please abort it
Too many cuts on it
Cokeheads they won't snort it
Spray the Flea-Unit with pesticides
You can get your best ghostwriters
Get them all to testify
Have you ever been stung
By a thousand hornets?
Five hundred killa bees
Buzzing and really on it
Whipped with Cuban Linx
Cut with Liquid Swords
Choked by Ironman 'til we
Crush your vocal cords
You ain't nothing but a pig in a blanket
Hoghead, the deadliest food at the banquet
All this rap crap that's
Trapped in your colon only means
Get rid of the whack shit you're holdin'
Sweet-tooth dudes stay out the candyshop
You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to
See the panties drop
A few cats is looking for a rat with cheese
Got something to pitch? They all
Swing a bat with ease
Get your ankles rolled while
Doing your two-step
Leave a Thank-You note for the
Crutches the Wu left proactive rap
You know they put drug in the cream
You hallucinate, see Kanye in your dream
And yo, i don't smoke dust I dust
Off Smokey and the Bandit's
With the brush stroke off the canvas
I walk on your Gators and lizards
Raise the lynx that was killed for your minx
You be rocking them Blizzards
Wanna be caught 'til you walk the D-Block
To get a transfer
I'll spread your wings like Peacocks
I was an emcee while you was in Nutville
On a world tour
You was gettin' your guts filled
Ten years your senior but I
Flow like I'm twenty-one
Straight from Medina with a mass of many suns
Supernova give off gamma ray bursts
And I'll finish this, only 'cause
I let off first, what's up?