Spank Rock - What It Look Like lyrics

They took me lightly like a quiet
Boosting of a piece of candy
From your favorite neighborhood corner store
Surely shoulda saw the weight
A heavy burden to carry the bare soiled slate
They don't wanna have a thing to do with
Can't blame them take a look
Can't name 'em cause they shook
Took over some wit-protect
Stay with your kin boy
Fuck around with B'more
Make you look like you're white
In a Harlem shaking contest
I harness the fondest crooks of phonics
Fuck grammar, ill mannered
Don't start with Spank

Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is
Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is

Awww ease up motherfucker, take a breath
You look beat, I'm more you're more the less
Oh ease up motherfucker, take a breath
You look beat now
Now I suggest you take a rest

Can't say what I will or won't do
Stretch the height
You might want to stay on your toes to
Secure a full view
For skewed vision conditions lead
You to assume and while you assume
I'm feeling uneasy my patterns are broken
Shared my thoughts but my guts
Don't even believe me
Sleep don't relieve me
It's like doom conceived me
Got a whole lot of something
Yet I constantly feel like nothing much
Just your average such and such
So much acclaimed moving
But nigga I'm really touched

What was I drinking?
(falling under would've boxed that nigga
If you didn't pull me back
Spitting on his new shoes)
What was he thinking?
(man I wonder, do I smile too much?
Yes, you too can get fucked up)

Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is
Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is
Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is
Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is

Tell me what it

I'm sick with it
I'll stick with it and in the end
All these niggas gonna get with it
Now tell me what it look like
Tell me what it is
Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is

Tell me what it

I'm sick with it, I stick with it
And in the end all these
Niggas gonna get with it
Now tell me what it looks like
Tell me what it is
Tell me what it looks like
Tell me what it is

(sit the fuck…there ain't no dancing
No dancing)

My tongue is the drum my mind’s the machine
Non dreamer's far fantastic extremes
Fall victim to this think tank-M16
Sound, sharp, fixed, fit, creased, greased
And clean
Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is
Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is
Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is
Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is

Tell me what it

I'm sick with it, I'll stick with it
And in the end all these
Niggas gonna get with it
Now tell me what it look like
Tell me what it is
Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is

Tell me what it look like, tell me what it is
Tell me what it

I'm sick with it, I'll stick with it
And in the end all these
Niggas gonna get with it

I'm sick with it, I'll stick with it
And in the end all these
Niggas gonna get with it
I'm sick with it, I'll stick with it
And in the end all these
Niggas gonna get with it