The Beatnuts, The Rascals - Can’t Relate lyrics

[The Beatnuts, The Rascals - Can’t Relate lyrics]

What what yo
Yeah yeah, you know what I'm saying
One time for your motherfucking mind
No doubt beatnuts, Rascalz collabo
Who want it? Who want it? Ju the german
You know what I'm saying
Niggas don't want it
All my live niggas, with me?

I make my own price
Murder your team with only one knife
Stabbed my ex-girl because she couldn't
Make me cum twice
Same reason I like to gunfight
Squeeze 'til I bleed
So if you coming better come right
Living so foul I'll even jump Christ
Hendrix is between heaven and
Hell with no ice
Hunger and terrible times helped
Me to become nice


Fuckable, we all going to die
That's why I love life

This is for my niggas from SA dC
And DR where we are, 'Nut is who we are
Fly off the FDR and take your
Spotlight and make it clear
You couldn't bring the party
To life with CPR
Pass the mic and go set the VCR
So I can blow up the show and dissappear
With the baddest chicks with
The fattest tit's
I like to fuck, get drunk, smoke
Then I have them strip, with no problem
Big thighs, I'm so round them
I could lick them but can't stick them
With no condom, so where the hats at?
So I could smack that, back fat
Flip it and then tip it, take a nap nap
And that's that
And call it a night, the alcoholics is like
Still drinking
The pussy on the mind like Bill Clinton
I'm still killing tracks
Flipping something new
Beatnuts and my niggas Rascalz

Yo who said a nigga can't be great
If it ain't about a half million dollars
Then I can't relate
Always killing with the jams we make
Beatnuts and Rascalz yo
We going to snatch your plate
Yo who said a nigga can't be great
If it ain't about a half million dollars
Then I can't relate
Always killing with the jams we make
Beatnuts and Rascalz yo
We going to snatch your state

Yo, got you in a choke hold
Messing with these cats who be loco
(Beatnuts and Rascalz shine like Acapulco)
Rhyme is no joke, yo don't want to be broke
So, I hold down the
Fort slanging Vancity hydro
Banging the eyes low, microphone pyro
When we blow cause we sip
Strange brew like nitro
And flamethrow, fire spitter ill lingo
Yo fuck the industry cause I don't mingle
Only wnat what I can keep
And a couple of freaks
You know dem big batty girls
With the ill physics
Nymphoes ready to blow from head to toe
Get handled, dismantled from all angles
Let it tango because I dangle don one
I don't hit if it don't wear thongs
And I don't smoke shit if
It ain't that Chron is you with it?

Yo who that is
Coming down like an avalanche
Copping my b-boy stance
Rocking the jam in any circumstance
Take a glance
The swatch general will enhance
To set it off and hang you
By the seat of your pants so slam dance
And let the world feel the song
When we bumrush the set and
Take control of your dome
Cause we fully blown
4 tracks we busted at home
Now it's time for you to see the
Way we rip up the phone
Nice in the zone like G Rice
Precise with my device
Taking this time out so you can think twice
Before the heist, before you pay the price
Before the rhyme piper come to snatch
Up your ice in your life
The assistant blaster
When you ducking from what has happened
We scrapping, stacking
Never pause steady action
And keep it craking like flavoured
Whips in a porno flick with my hombres
We tracks will make a killing

Forever forever

It's the remedy to make your body rock
Beatnuts and Rascalz who don't quit
And when we stepping to New
York we the ultimate

The remedy to make your body rock

Only real niggas come like this

What's up Kemo

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