Lextronic, Upchurch - Without Lex lyrics

[Lextronic, Upchurch - Without Lex lyrics]

(Lex ENT) haha
Okay woo
Ahh, ahh alright lets do it

Without Lex, none y'all rollin' to the next
Kids got talent soaked up to his neck
(My neck) so try to swim now
Lex the voice of the south
Poppin' off lyrics
Like champagne to wealthy mouths
Killin' tracks,  back to back
 usin' y'all like lunch bag snacks
Black on black, bad bad ass
Akon smack no time for patch
Lex puts Kingston on the map
Ain't got time for yappin' traps
Y'all buck up and we push back
'Cause we come back with bad ass tracks

Without Lex there would be no
Words with out instrumentals
A thought process where it's all mental
I text you're and make it into a crazy flow
I want the mic in my hand
Like I'm doin' a show
A lot of rappers wack but I got the illy flow
Rap kinda fast, that chopped and screwed and
That's super slow
I speak a raw game, no freezer
Rappin' in the country no Beverly Hills
No Weezer you could put your feelings of a
Struggle and put it on paper
But Upchurch you're like the Luke
And I'm the Darth Vader champagne Yoda
I got my flow cookin' like a roaster
I was in, I was in, I know I'm toastin'
I'm the Dr dre of the new age
Not even the animal control couldn't
Contain me in a cage
Hi my name is Lex, nice to meet ya
I give you something sweet so here you go

Without Lex, none y'all rollin' to the next
Kids got talent soaked up to his neck
(My neck) so try to swim now
Lex the voice of the south
Poppin' off lyrics like champagne
To wealthy mouths
Killin' tracks, back to back
Usin' y'all like lunch bag snacks
Black on black, bad bad ass
Akon smack no time for patch
Lex puts Kingston on the map
Ain't got time for yappin' traps
Y'all buck up and we push back
'Cause we come back with bad ass tracks

Lex the Dr dre, Upchurch the Eminem
Redneck white boy comin' up in
The game shootin' up adrenaline
Let me fill you in
Lazy locals I'm not feelin' them
I'ma knock y'all's teeth out if I
Hear Ta Taylor Gang again y'all ain't thug
Check your surroundings boy and
Check your skin
Y'all out here like trash so let me
Go and get the fuckin' bin
Recycle you my friends
Y'all just fake class like a Benz
To take me down you'll need
50 Cent and "Many Men"
Wish death upon me, I wish death upon us all
Suck my balls, jack your jaw
Shoot up the fuckin' co-coolest mall
Have Abercrombie blood spread on
American Eagle walls
Preppy bitches runnin' them halls
Screamin' he's gonna kill us all
I'm not Upchurch
I'm the director of the movie Saw
Dark horror, bad thoughts, clown masks
I got it all
I ain't claimin' to be the sickest
Boy up in the game
I'm claimin' to be the white
Caucasian motherfucker who's gone insane

Without Lex, none y'all rollin' to the next
Kids got talent soaked up to his neck
(My neck) so try to swim now
Lex the voice of the south
Poppin' off lyrics like champagne
To wealthy mouths
Killin' tracks, back to back
Usin' y'all like lunch bag snacks
Black on black, bad bad ass
Akon smack no time for patch
Lex puts Kingston on the map
Ain't got time for yappin' traps
Y'all buck up and we push back (Okay)
'Cause we come back with bad ass tracks
(Time to go gold)

Goin' gold like fog on a mirror
Now I'm gonna go cold like I'm Tigger
No Winnie the Pooh, no baby Teletubby
Goin' hard like you're rubbin' my belly
Hold, got her, got her on a leash
Like I'm walkin' the dogs in the park
Go and get a eat, go get a eat of the slow
With guidance, my eyes are closed
Ooh, so nasty because in this life
You just can't sit here and pass me
Because it's so noticeable
Because I'm tryna get focused
Tryna get focused on the game
Real hard, spit hard, illa flow in the name
L -E-X, without Lex there is no harder
Because in my life there is nothin' but heart
Hard, harder in my chest
So hard, three pumps to my chest
It goes boom go hard, L-E-X go in the room
Go, I'm feelin' the heat
Go to the flow of the song and the beat
Ooh, gonna feel it in me ooh, so nasty
Without Lex, there would be a track
Where I got acappela instrumental
Rappin' tight, it's not so mental
No, it's just my encyclopedia
In my mind, in my brain, acapella
For all the names that I holler out
Go hard, like I'm spitten in the south
Ooh, down in the holler with the big boys
Drink beer and smoke cigarettes
Around the fire
Go hard because that's what my heart desires

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