The Flying Dutchmen, Nasty Knuckles , Grand Scheme - We Did It First lyrics

Dutchmen let's talk about

Let's talk about the trash
Let's talk about the garbage
'Bout how the God been goin'
Hard and throwin' bars retarded
Dissolve your squadron, soak 'em in acid
Taped, tied, do-si do
Rope-a dope on you bastards
Like, let's talk about it, kid
'bout how a savage live
Au naturel, no additive
Now ain't that a bih?
'Bout how I bag it quick, throw it to fiends
My protocol is more than raw
It's the American dream, shit
About the paper chase and the cream trapper
The beast master done squeezed faster
Than all these weak rappers flying Dutchmen
Never learned to read the signs
Let's think about what it all means
I never seem to have the time
Let's talk about

Let's talk about me
How I laugh at commercial master my circle
Rappers now ain't got half of my verbal
(nah) life's a lesson, a knife's a weapon
Precise aggression lets me take
Flight on a session
Let's talk about it, how I'm nicer than you
If I rhyme on the stage or
I rhyme in the booth
Music now is some garbage, these rappers
They pick flowers
My Foundation stands tall like
The twin towers when we fall, we regroup
Unite and spit power
Hip-Hop, we taking that, this shit's ours

Never learned to read the signs
Let's think about what it all means
I never seem to have the time
Let's talk about

Hip-Hop dead in a coffin
These pigs are pork and sausage
Knuckles, the flow is awkward
You coughin' on the carpet
MCs are walkin' targets once they
Get marked by the marksman
That ass can cook some, sparkin'
Outside of your crib, i'm parkin'
Let's talk about these wack lames
That's in the rap game
In every song they claim they pack
Gangs but really lack brains
Let's talk about how my style better
Let's talk about these rap faggots stay
Inside when it's foul weather
You wanna talk about it
So then let's talk about it no 9 mill
My rhyme kill then put the chalk around it
Never learned to read the signs
Let's think about what it all means
I never seem to have the time
Let's talk about

I black out
Snap a rapper's neck at record speed
Best believe you feel my words like
Blind people when they read
Scrap like taxi driver with a
Ratchet in my sleeve air you out
Flee the scene before you have
A chance to bleed the last of a dying breed
Amongst a bunch of followers
You frauds sound the same
I ain't afraid to push the envelope
Strong arm your chain so fast
It fracture your collarbones
I smash bitch rappers with a
Sock full of dominoes
Rock like I'm solid stone and bring
It where you rest at terrorist plot
Blow up your spot like it's a meth lab
Drawing inspiration with my face
All in your sketchpad
Run up on the stage and suffocate
You with your sweat rag
My lyrics make your head bang
It's easy to see
Using box cutters for lobotomies
On weakling MCs i'm putting rappers out of
Business like I'm EPMD
I'm the greatest, dead or alive
Even God would agree foul weather

Never learned to read the signs
Let's think about what it all means
I never seem to have the time
Let's talk about me for a minute
Well, how do you think I feel
About what's been going on?
Let's talk about me for a minute
Well, how do you think I feel
About what's been going on?
Let's talk about me for a minute
Well, how do you think I
Feel about what's gone wrong?
Let's talk about me for a minute
Well, how do you think I feel