Optimus Rhyme - Ford Vs. Chevy lyrics
[Optimus Rhyme - Ford Vs. Chevy lyrics]
Ay, Wassup, it's the Optimus no stoppin' us
Positronic pathways: connected
Alignment: Autobeat
Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa
Lalalalala
It’s the same old song
Digging in the same record bin
Hit the same bong living in the same city
It’s on the same sidewalk
With some played out game
And some played out talk lalalalala
Man I’ve been sick of these dudes
Always walking round like you’re
In a bad mood bringing everybody down with
You’re whack attitude
With some messed up style
And a stressed out crew
Pull your seat back allow this
Abstract poet to read back
Those fat raps on that fat
Track to get your feedback
My back pack is stacked to
The max with fat lines
Now headlining English and Optimus Rhyme
And simple minds commit suicide when
I step in the joint
Jump on stage grab the mic
People start to point
Staring at this the craziest hip hop lyricist
Rappers from New York to Los
Angeles are all getting pissed
I’m still at it after mathematics
Putting Seattle up on the map
Battling static making local hip hop a habit
Let me see that boom bap cd A-H-P
What you don’t have it?
A young man on the solo tip without a band
And I’m spitting speech you
Can barely understand
Now I’m touring across the land
In front of fans
Forget that yo, this is my life guess again
Hey yo I’m through with meaning
I write graffiti on the ceiling
It reads open up and die, open up and die
But, I don’t heed my advice but
I’m opening up my life
I should have thought twice but
The nice guy in
Me did it when he busted out that advice
And it went like this: Excuse me miss
You behaving quite like a snitch
I know nobodies perfect you can’t
Blame me like this
See I speak my mind, it saves time
It eliminates confusion
It keeps you on the same page that I’m using
It cuts to the point it's FYI
It’s letting you know where I stand
It’s easy to decide
You can be my ally or be on the other side
It really doesn’t matter I
Don’t confuse my pride
With opinions of the people who
Kind of hang around
Don’t stand for nothin’? show bought
Nothing got you down now
I’m no the type to stand out in the crowd
Don’t keep a loud mouth on the low profile
It’s unsettling
The way these reapers bring these
Flows I hate those
Copycat clones at these shows
That they call hip hop, not it’s all jealousy
Instead of trying to move the
Crowd they criticize me
Your attitude is nothing I got something
For you fat rap cats who
Think the Optimus is bluffing
You got a problem say something
Grab a mic and let flows be
The definitive factor for this fight
Yo I could spend my whole life
Putting pen to the paper
It don’t change real life into vapor
Might be the way for people to be safer
I keep the caper of death unsolved
27 certified logs circumnavigations revolve
You think the fogs going to lift?
It gets a bit thick, I just downshift
To the ground look around
Live in the basement
Positronic pathways: connected
Alignment: Autobeat
Lalalalala, la laa, la la la la laaaa
Lalalalala
It’s the same old song
Digging in the same record bin
Hit the same bong living in the same city
It’s on the same sidewalk
With some played out game
And some played out talk lalalalala
Man I’ve been sick of these dudes
Always walking round like you’re
In a bad mood bringing everybody down with
You’re whack attitude
With some messed up style
And a stressed out crew
Pull your seat back allow this
Abstract poet to read back
Those fat raps on that fat
Track to get your feedback
My back pack is stacked to
The max with fat lines
Now headlining English and Optimus Rhyme
And simple minds commit suicide when
I step in the joint
Jump on stage grab the mic
People start to point
Staring at this the craziest hip hop lyricist
Rappers from New York to Los
Angeles are all getting pissed
I’m still at it after mathematics
Putting Seattle up on the map
Battling static making local hip hop a habit
Let me see that boom bap cd A-H-P
What you don’t have it?
A young man on the solo tip without a band
And I’m spitting speech you
Can barely understand
Now I’m touring across the land
In front of fans
Forget that yo, this is my life guess again
Hey yo I’m through with meaning
I write graffiti on the ceiling
It reads open up and die, open up and die
But, I don’t heed my advice but
I’m opening up my life
I should have thought twice but
The nice guy in
Me did it when he busted out that advice
And it went like this: Excuse me miss
You behaving quite like a snitch
I know nobodies perfect you can’t
Blame me like this
See I speak my mind, it saves time
It eliminates confusion
It keeps you on the same page that I’m using
It cuts to the point it's FYI
It’s letting you know where I stand
It’s easy to decide
You can be my ally or be on the other side
It really doesn’t matter I
Don’t confuse my pride
With opinions of the people who
Kind of hang around
Don’t stand for nothin’? show bought
Nothing got you down now
I’m no the type to stand out in the crowd
Don’t keep a loud mouth on the low profile
It’s unsettling
The way these reapers bring these
Flows I hate those
Copycat clones at these shows
That they call hip hop, not it’s all jealousy
Instead of trying to move the
Crowd they criticize me
Your attitude is nothing I got something
For you fat rap cats who
Think the Optimus is bluffing
You got a problem say something
Grab a mic and let flows be
The definitive factor for this fight
Yo I could spend my whole life
Putting pen to the paper
It don’t change real life into vapor
Might be the way for people to be safer
I keep the caper of death unsolved
27 certified logs circumnavigations revolve
You think the fogs going to lift?
It gets a bit thick, I just downshift
To the ground look around
Live in the basement