Its A Rap by Muze Sikk Lyrics
These the type of bars that I live for
Digging through the trash
Trying to find real life
Scritching at the ash
Was it
Or has it been?
Yo
Flip it on down to the dim lit den
This the basement of Mass Transit
We outstanding
Ovations
Dollar signs eyes getting wavey
Get breezy
I coin that
Do believe me
Muze to the Sikk spilt spoilers repeatedly
Ya
MF you and ya crew
Little wack acts fronting like the 2 Live Crew
You too dead to be alive
Outside ya insight
Shop turds to the turds
Your like the dirge of the worst
Yo watch out
I’m Coming for your notch at the top
Bend over and take it like it was something you sought
That’s how I found I wasn’t garbage
I sound like me
These other MFs prolly wish they wound like me
Swish swish bitch
I roll round like I ain’t rich
I’m profound and with the shits
If you had it then you missed it
Ooohhh too bad
Eyeroll wristlets in the stash
Order one I wanna pack
Might as well just hit the sack
Dear lord
Oh me
Oh my
On god
Nasty pastries whipped for Gad
Tackle box stocked up with tracks
Tryna Hit it from the back
I was rarely on that slack
I was working on my craft
So determined
It’s a rap
Frizzy with the snicklefrits
Sticking to my business
Make ya ankle break
Now feel the rain
Pain for the gang
I rang a rang rang
Let it pour
Purport pores are open for the forge
For these things I pop off
Dripping in walk sauce
I fall over my dross and split it without thoughts
Dip in the vault
And drill it
Plate the cribbage bazaar
Bodonks bounce on the dong to songs we never got along
Cross the forest
I let it fossilize
Resolve the docile eyes
What the fuck it mean ?
I don’t really know
I’d rather make a hit
But today I’m making shit like this
I never double dip
See the trouble is
I’mma bout to bubble bitch
Matter fact
If you right here you might be jumping in
You need a humble sense
Forget them mumble spits
And go Mutumbo be ready to rumble
Stomach this
I’m in my lane it’s very deep for you to run with it
Go off alone and find your truth before you come up which
Is what I did
My ID is crucial
Cristobel
Eclipse the nail
Now equipped for bail
Cop a clot for it’s rich and stale
They need a line
Don’t follow vines
Resign divine
Yo
Watch out
Now I got my watch out
Now they give a fuck about my past
Whoah
Watch out
Ya
Digging through the trash
Trying to find real life
Scritching at the ash
Was it
Or has it been?
Yo
Flip it on down to the dim lit den
This the basement of Mass Transit
We outstanding
Ovations
Dollar signs eyes getting wavey
Get breezy
I coin that
Do believe me
Muze to the Sikk spilt spoilers repeatedly
Ya
MF you and ya crew
Little wack acts fronting like the 2 Live Crew
You too dead to be alive
Outside ya insight
Shop turds to the turds
Your like the dirge of the worst
Yo watch out
I’m Coming for your notch at the top
Bend over and take it like it was something you sought
That’s how I found I wasn’t garbage
I sound like me
These other MFs prolly wish they wound like me
Swish swish bitch
I roll round like I ain’t rich
I’m profound and with the shits
If you had it then you missed it
Ooohhh too bad
Eyeroll wristlets in the stash
Order one I wanna pack
Might as well just hit the sack
Dear lord
Oh me
Oh my
On god
Nasty pastries whipped for Gad
Tackle box stocked up with tracks
Tryna Hit it from the back
I was rarely on that slack
I was working on my craft
So determined
It’s a rap
Frizzy with the snicklefrits
Sticking to my business
Make ya ankle break
Now feel the rain
Pain for the gang
I rang a rang rang
Let it pour
Purport pores are open for the forge
For these things I pop off
Dripping in walk sauce
I fall over my dross and split it without thoughts
Dip in the vault
And drill it
Plate the cribbage bazaar
Bodonks bounce on the dong to songs we never got along
Cross the forest
I let it fossilize
Resolve the docile eyes
What the fuck it mean ?
I don’t really know
I’d rather make a hit
But today I’m making shit like this
I never double dip
See the trouble is
I’mma bout to bubble bitch
Matter fact
If you right here you might be jumping in
You need a humble sense
Forget them mumble spits
And go Mutumbo be ready to rumble
Stomach this
I’m in my lane it’s very deep for you to run with it
Go off alone and find your truth before you come up which
Is what I did
My ID is crucial
Cristobel
Eclipse the nail
Now equipped for bail
Cop a clot for it’s rich and stale
They need a line
Don’t follow vines
Resign divine
Yo
Watch out
Now I got my watch out
Now they give a fuck about my past
Whoah
Watch out
Ya