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Behind The Stump by Funkoars Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2003

[Intro: Sesta & Trials]
Trials
Peepshow Entertainment, it's fucking shit
Ah, check it out
It's like this

[Turntablism: DJ Reflux]
"On and on, till my clock stop ticking"

[Verse 1: Trials]
Well, let me put it straight mate, your tracks just suck
And fuck your punchlines man, I lines the punches up
The class [?] has struck about to make noggins nod
It's the Funkoars kid from the sticky tape lodge

[Verse 2: Sesta]
And we stump 'em, thump 'em, they got nothing on us
Clucked 'em, crushed 'em, they're just nothin' tryna be somethin'
Run shit, you think you got the upper hand
Step into a cypher and leave with a sun tan
[Verse 3: Trials]
Ayo, my name's known from state to state, for every toy MC
Deskin' my records in a [?] dollar crate
Now, you think you're a dope cunt? Well, listen up to what I'm tellin' yah
We don't shit on you man, we like a [?] enemas

[Verse 4: Sesta]
Understand, we expand like land
When a country folds under a dominant battle plan
Now, we're leavin' 'em stumped, stoped, lackin' self-respect
Dazed and spinnin' like they were sittin' on a desk

[Verse 5: Trials]
Switch styles, and now we're burnin' [?]
Your chick's hard to swallow like the mamas and the poppas
But seriously man, they're tryin' to see me
I leave with [?] breath control and asthmatic MCs

[Verse 6: Sesta]
Certified Wise, our shit's a hundred percent
I've got dudes [?] so that they can repent
Because steppin' in the first place was your first mistake
And your first diss track was your first outtake

[Hook: Trials & Sesta]
We stump MCs like amputees
I fair battle a sixteen of [?] versus me
You're talkin' but don't do shit like constipations
If you're sleepin' on tracks like runaways stuck at train stations
[Turntablism: DJ Reflux]
"Highly respected in your city when I pass it"
"On and on, till my clock stop ticking"
"Highly respected in your city when I pass it"

[Verse 7: Trials]
Ayo, you don't wanna battle with all that fuckin' babble
I got more fan letters than EG playing Scrabble
In any cypher, Trials stands tall
They took a cast of my balls and threw it up around the wall

[Verse 8: Sesta]
Nod your head, move your mouth to what I said
Everything you believe in and it [?] Rocky's death
'Cause we're Funkoars before [?] get reborn
So be gone, yo, be taught, yo, reform the scene's cause

[Verse 9: Trials]
Now, too many [?] start to feel sick
Like believing chicks piss, talking shit [?]
You're the last dude who should even fucking diss
Your shit's hit and miss like drunk men taking a piss

[Verse 10: Sesta]
Now I [?] suit yah, nah, we can't boot ya
But me and Trials got that black belt in Kama Sutra
So we can move yah 'cause we got more brawn than brains
But don't test me too much 'cause I suffer from chest pain
[Verse 11: Trials]
And you risk it, tryna kick shit in front of this kid
I rip rap so phat, skinny kids develop bitch tits
And for the record, it's Trials, certified
Burnin' cunts like pussy infections every time I rhyme

[Verse 12: Sesta]
I swear you're cursed, rhythms are the worst
Freestyles rehearsed, up in a flow