Listen by OD Lyrics
[Verse 1: OD]
This is what y'all been sleeping on?
The fuck, is y'all retarded?
I harbor the flow to turn any beat into a carcass
With Ebonics I'm hard as the heart of kamikaze warriors
My Style tight enough to turn a dyke bi-curious
My pen game sick, print a plague on the pages
Future bright, I see the lights like i'm entering Vegas
Got these other rappers shitting, I'm the enema spraying
My flow hotter than the pelvis of Satan, This fellow amazing
Its been a minute, I re-invented my image
A little bit of listening to critics, now I'mma get it
From the kicks to the fitted, the kid drifting with pigeons
I'm street fly for you dummies that didn't get it, I'm kidding
I don't mean to be rude but through the flood of shit rappers i got me a Micheal Phelps swim
I'm out this bitch with moolah on my mind, any label would be foolish to decline
Oh Dizzle is the next youth to sign, who dee who, wiki school them how to rhyme
We gon kill them, We gon do it every time, we next up in line, Mother fucker lets get them
[Verse 2: Tek]
Open up your ear canal, we here to bring that serial
By that i mean that killer shit that tighter than venereal
Got them all so leery now but i present a cheery vow
If I was on a jury pal, I'm guilty of just steering loud
Bad mother fucker like a Samuel Jackson wallet
But I'm on that artsy shit like the kid a Jackson Pollock
If I let my actions frolic, then its word play, what you call it?
And I got that comment colic, Tell them get up off my bollocks
I be going cashews 'till i get a couple statues
And we caught up in the maze so i got to let you rats choose
If I spit a-spit a snafu, then I did it-did it, that dude
Plus we "Hitta-Quitta" tracks too, then we get our, split our scratch, cool
Elevate the temperature, then celebrate my vent with you
My eyes done burst the ventricles an this a rap like tentacles
Shout to Os for coming out we gon be rich right quick
This is Tek signing off like a blind light switch
This is what y'all been sleeping on?
The fuck, is y'all retarded?
I harbor the flow to turn any beat into a carcass
With Ebonics I'm hard as the heart of kamikaze warriors
My Style tight enough to turn a dyke bi-curious
My pen game sick, print a plague on the pages
Future bright, I see the lights like i'm entering Vegas
Got these other rappers shitting, I'm the enema spraying
My flow hotter than the pelvis of Satan, This fellow amazing
Its been a minute, I re-invented my image
A little bit of listening to critics, now I'mma get it
From the kicks to the fitted, the kid drifting with pigeons
I'm street fly for you dummies that didn't get it, I'm kidding
I don't mean to be rude but through the flood of shit rappers i got me a Micheal Phelps swim
I'm out this bitch with moolah on my mind, any label would be foolish to decline
Oh Dizzle is the next youth to sign, who dee who, wiki school them how to rhyme
We gon kill them, We gon do it every time, we next up in line, Mother fucker lets get them
[Verse 2: Tek]
Open up your ear canal, we here to bring that serial
By that i mean that killer shit that tighter than venereal
Got them all so leery now but i present a cheery vow
If I was on a jury pal, I'm guilty of just steering loud
Bad mother fucker like a Samuel Jackson wallet
But I'm on that artsy shit like the kid a Jackson Pollock
If I let my actions frolic, then its word play, what you call it?
And I got that comment colic, Tell them get up off my bollocks
I be going cashews 'till i get a couple statues
And we caught up in the maze so i got to let you rats choose
If I spit a-spit a snafu, then I did it-did it, that dude
Plus we "Hitta-Quitta" tracks too, then we get our, split our scratch, cool
Elevate the temperature, then celebrate my vent with you
My eyes done burst the ventricles an this a rap like tentacles
Shout to Os for coming out we gon be rich right quick
This is Tek signing off like a blind light switch