OddCouple - Double Fisted lyrics

I'll set the tone like a metronome
(Beat breaks to keep pace)
We paint the flow like a seascape
(On each take)
Passed out to each MCs and DJs
(In each state) so hot we offer rebate
(For cheapskate) i cut you down to 3
8th (Small size) and all lies
(While we do more stunts than the fall guy)
Take your seat court side
(Cause our games perfected)
Leave a microphone cord tie
(In place of a necklace)
Forget your aspirations of making a record
(Cause anything you set we'll
Break in a second)
I'll make sure that your tape is neglected
Disrespected (Slit your neck kid and
Leave it disconnected) we hit your section
And when we bounce your chicks is pregnant
(Even bitches with fake tit's
And they lips injected)
Diss this record? You niggas
Must be misdirected
(Let's just dead it, you spit for the cash
We get the credit) forget the edit
We only spit the street version
(We stay cursing and stay
Tight like teen virgins)
So who's the most obscene person
On this green Earth? (That's me sir
A pervert looking underneath skirts)
With each verse I'm worse
(So research the birth)
Cause when these words disperse
(They try to reverse the curse)
So we work the nerves on purpose with rhymes
(Plus we stay off the hook
Every time we switch lines)

We're The Odd Couple misfit's
What's fucking with this?
Sluts and bitches with fat
Butts and big tit's too drunk in business
Who loves to twist spliffs?
Double fisted and always up to mischief

I lace tracks on an ADAT
(Till the tape snaps)
Light the finish line after eight laps
(At a race track)
I hate wack rappers with gay raps
(It's payback) so take a long pace back
(Or leave with your face flat) take that
You can't beat The Odds
(The Couple spells trouble for
Ya measly squads) and cheesy frauds
(You need to find a new racket)
Put you on our street team
(Rocking J and Lou jackets)
So who these wack kids?
(Some students in practice?)
You ain't paid dues in this rap shit
(Now who's on the black list?)
While you talk shit
We getting lifted like a fork lift
(Down the hatch another ounce of Jack)
Till we nauseous (Forfeit's and loses)
You're an open mic drop out
(Authors who's cautious)
Can't spit it off the top now
(We get rid of those who cop out)
So hop out the exit (The medics is present)
Cause we deaded your brethren
(So get your refreshments)
Heineken and Corona
(And ounce or two of Malibu)
Yo, you should mix that with soda
(I told ya, I like it no chaser, straight up)
Ayo wait up
I need a shape up 'fore you get way drunk
(But J-Love I wouldn't drink enough
To cut your face up)
Okay but don't get too buzzed
Then fuck my fade up
(C'mon it's gonna be a great cut
Like what we spitting now)
Alright than wake up
I'm the one that should be sitting down

"J-Love" "Louis Logic"
"It's illogical but not in a sense"
"I'm somewhat of a loner but
The bottles my friend" "I like to get drunk"
"Double fisting a bottle of Becks
And a Vodka and Schepps" "Louis Logic"
"J-Love" "Double fisted"

Why do you drink so much?
Well you see my structure
Craves and needs alcohol oooh
I'm alright my body is a drunk laughter
Odd Couple baby
"Always getting tore the fuck down"
- A Tribe Called Quest