P.O.S. - What's That Buzzing lyrics
[P.O.S. - What's That Buzzing lyrics]
Yeah y'all hold up
Patterin' batterin' splatterin' words
Over beats no dead chatterin'
Cattlin' sheep's streets i'm rattlin' scenes
Drummin' the beats to clear the breach
So fear can reach the loose leaf
Yeah riggity rickety Pete
Cough up kings like who's sicker than me?
Spit up bling and lumps of nicotine
You lung butter some on my tongue
With a ton i'ma muscle
Mother fucker mother fucker freeze
Promise of somethin' Geez! These other MCs
Don't bust their seeds
They duds they wet wicks don't burn
Concerned for cash they showin' their ass
Like gaucho pants like Graucho's stash
I'm livin' the matches out past yeah
Fuck 'em if they can't breathe my smoke
Fuck 'em if they can't learn to cope
Fuck 'em if they stereotype, right?
I'll rock the boat
Don't give a fuck if they don't
I don't hide out
No no no i'll do me
You do exactly who you think you should be
No no no
This ain't a choice (nuh uh) it's a breath
It's a blink it's involuntary
It's swim or it's sink for a stone like me
With the right amount of spin you could skip
Leave ripples
Dip, live simple as a young cat
Road never play a back
Black with a black flag patch
On my hat sat and laughed at do my own thing
Let me craft that
I will not sing your anthems i cancel 'em
Noble I sing the songs for the dead
I dance on 'em
Everything that we touch turns gold
We never set goals
See, everything that we touch gets stole
And then sold for a cost
That we can't afford, come on
I recognize real lift your oversized
No no no yeah, I'll do me
You do exactly who you think you should be
No no no whole heart, never rest
Let the beat do the rest
Everything that we touch turns gold
We never set goals
See, everything that we touch gets stole
And then sold for a cost
That we can't afford, come on
Everything that we touch turns gold
We never set goals
See, everything that we touch gets stole
And then sold for a cost
That we can't afford, come on
I won't hide out, uh uh no no no
Patterin' batterin' splatterin' words
Over beats no dead chatterin'
Cattlin' sheep's streets i'm rattlin' scenes
Drummin' the beats to clear the breach
So fear can reach the loose leaf
Yeah riggity rickety Pete
Cough up kings like who's sicker than me?
Spit up bling and lumps of nicotine
You lung butter some on my tongue
With a ton i'ma muscle
Mother fucker mother fucker freeze
Promise of somethin' Geez! These other MCs
Don't bust their seeds
They duds they wet wicks don't burn
Concerned for cash they showin' their ass
Like gaucho pants like Graucho's stash
I'm livin' the matches out past yeah
Fuck 'em if they can't breathe my smoke
Fuck 'em if they can't learn to cope
Fuck 'em if they stereotype, right?
I'll rock the boat
Don't give a fuck if they don't
I don't hide out
No no no i'll do me
You do exactly who you think you should be
No no no
This ain't a choice (nuh uh) it's a breath
It's a blink it's involuntary
It's swim or it's sink for a stone like me
With the right amount of spin you could skip
Leave ripples
Dip, live simple as a young cat
Road never play a back
Black with a black flag patch
On my hat sat and laughed at do my own thing
Let me craft that
I will not sing your anthems i cancel 'em
Noble I sing the songs for the dead
I dance on 'em
Everything that we touch turns gold
We never set goals
See, everything that we touch gets stole
And then sold for a cost
That we can't afford, come on
I recognize real lift your oversized
No no no yeah, I'll do me
You do exactly who you think you should be
No no no whole heart, never rest
Let the beat do the rest
Everything that we touch turns gold
We never set goals
See, everything that we touch gets stole
And then sold for a cost
That we can't afford, come on
Everything that we touch turns gold
We never set goals
See, everything that we touch gets stole
And then sold for a cost
That we can't afford, come on
I won't hide out, uh uh no no no