Aerial Breach by Croosher Lyrics
(Hook)
(My rhymes are harder than last nights erection, So play me close, I'll have this mic up in your mid-section (repeats))
[Verse 1: Croosh]
O.G.'s be like oh geez/
I only rock Jordan O.G.'s/
I stay funky like old cheese/
My dogs I'm with have no fleas/
The flow breeze/
Drew out New plans, Orleans/
Better than me?, Oh please/
Built strong and lived long, Oak trees/
Begging the folk, leave/
Feeling stoked and intrigued/
Smell of gun smoke, just freeze/
Stood my ground, Cochise/
A lot of you cats need to change your litter box/
It's the Kid that Rocks, minus fedoras and country talk/
Punk just watch,/
It's an outbreak just like the monkey pox/
Stayed next to Lox, no Jada, P, or Louch/
Been in the booth spitting truths, before you knew/
I'm the sudden re-occurrence in the Matrix doctrine/
Stay and watch him, amazed but proceed with caution/
(Hook)
(My rhymes are harder than last nights erection, So play me close, I'll have this mic up in your mid-section (repeats))
[Verse 2: Croosh]
Leather boots stomp your chest in/
Looking for more jewels that I can invest in/
From a Section 8 0, peace to Mr. Lamar/
Beard game heavy, It's The Return Of Jafar/
My verbs heard from afar, doughnut out in the car/
Rigorous darts, bodies left with more than a couple a scars/
Rouge status sipping on some dark brew-skis/
Just me and a pad of empty loose leaf/
My mental splatters pages for readers and listeners/
Hip-Hop, the one chick I should be sticking to her/
I throw y'all in the stew I brew, a cheap boil/
I strike first, no firing back, just recoil/
You spoiled my appetite but not for destruction/
Your facial attitude needs reconstruction/
Suctioned, sucked in, to keep it moving/
No repercussion, the reaper's coming, my soul I'm not losing/
(Hook)
(My rhymes are harder than last nights erection, So play me close, I'll have this mic up in your mid-section (repeats))
(My rhymes are harder than last nights erection, So play me close, I'll have this mic up in your mid-section (repeats))
[Verse 1: Croosh]
O.G.'s be like oh geez/
I only rock Jordan O.G.'s/
I stay funky like old cheese/
My dogs I'm with have no fleas/
The flow breeze/
Drew out New plans, Orleans/
Better than me?, Oh please/
Built strong and lived long, Oak trees/
Begging the folk, leave/
Feeling stoked and intrigued/
Smell of gun smoke, just freeze/
Stood my ground, Cochise/
A lot of you cats need to change your litter box/
It's the Kid that Rocks, minus fedoras and country talk/
Punk just watch,/
It's an outbreak just like the monkey pox/
Stayed next to Lox, no Jada, P, or Louch/
Been in the booth spitting truths, before you knew/
I'm the sudden re-occurrence in the Matrix doctrine/
Stay and watch him, amazed but proceed with caution/
(Hook)
(My rhymes are harder than last nights erection, So play me close, I'll have this mic up in your mid-section (repeats))
[Verse 2: Croosh]
Leather boots stomp your chest in/
Looking for more jewels that I can invest in/
From a Section 8 0, peace to Mr. Lamar/
Beard game heavy, It's The Return Of Jafar/
My verbs heard from afar, doughnut out in the car/
Rigorous darts, bodies left with more than a couple a scars/
Rouge status sipping on some dark brew-skis/
Just me and a pad of empty loose leaf/
My mental splatters pages for readers and listeners/
Hip-Hop, the one chick I should be sticking to her/
I throw y'all in the stew I brew, a cheap boil/
I strike first, no firing back, just recoil/
You spoiled my appetite but not for destruction/
Your facial attitude needs reconstruction/
Suctioned, sucked in, to keep it moving/
No repercussion, the reaper's coming, my soul I'm not losing/
(Hook)
(My rhymes are harder than last nights erection, So play me close, I'll have this mic up in your mid-section (repeats))