Original Forty-Twoz by Taktikx Lyrics
[Intro]
What? You thought this was a game?
Naw! Taktikx in ya area, homie
Let me kill it one time for y’all!
[Verse]
Yo, it’s a riddle how these syllables hit you
To the extent of an eminent breakdown
Behold the pinnacle of a hostile takedown
Leavin’ imbeciles to a condition that’s so critical
Practice calisthenics to accentuate the physical
Like eating MCs to emphasize the lyrical
The stereotypical collides with the unthinkable
Continuous confusion provided by the visual
Of a Filipino rhymin’ so unbelievable
Got you wide-eyed when I bench lift the unspeakable
Needle to the thigh, high on that testosterone
Rhinoceros flow, chargin’ at you like a vehicle, ugh!
Beyond the confines of the unteachable
Lies the individual set to blow minds
Literally speaking, while you party on the weekends
Yo, I roast MCs on the Bar-B throughout the season, Ha!
Don’t need a reason to rhyme, just out of principle
More out of spite once I see the little bitch in you
Tendencies habitual, somewhat irresistible
Feel a tingle in my spine, right down to my testicles
MC with the chinkie eyes smokin’ that medicinal
Known to steal a show so they label me a criminal
Whether it be on stage or chillin’ in the studio
Hip hop evolutionized, I remain traditional, ugh
The mind frame of a time when rhyme skills reigned supreme is just another dream that’s unreachable
Rap was an artform, now it’s close to miserable
If you ain’t joined the parade, they not into you
Jumpin’ on the bandwagon, I don’t contribute to
Catch the underdog ride solo in the convertible
So absurd you start to question the metaphysical
Leave the cynical in a state that’s unbreathable like…..
Dead in the middle of little Manila little did he know he riddled the Fili who did more than diddly, Wooo!
Intendin’ big puns to paint a scenario
The realer you are, the harder you come, this pun’s intentional
To anything less than amazing, I’m not comparable
The truth behind the rappers these days is unconventional
Out to display a masquerade, don’t let it get to you
A slave to the currency fails to keep the dignity
Despite the rhyme ability, (you are) forced to live in infamy
I got the remedy, homie, keep it original!
What? You thought this was a game?
Naw! Taktikx in ya area, homie
Let me kill it one time for y’all!
[Verse]
Yo, it’s a riddle how these syllables hit you
To the extent of an eminent breakdown
Behold the pinnacle of a hostile takedown
Leavin’ imbeciles to a condition that’s so critical
Practice calisthenics to accentuate the physical
Like eating MCs to emphasize the lyrical
The stereotypical collides with the unthinkable
Continuous confusion provided by the visual
Of a Filipino rhymin’ so unbelievable
Got you wide-eyed when I bench lift the unspeakable
Needle to the thigh, high on that testosterone
Rhinoceros flow, chargin’ at you like a vehicle, ugh!
Beyond the confines of the unteachable
Lies the individual set to blow minds
Literally speaking, while you party on the weekends
Yo, I roast MCs on the Bar-B throughout the season, Ha!
Don’t need a reason to rhyme, just out of principle
More out of spite once I see the little bitch in you
Tendencies habitual, somewhat irresistible
Feel a tingle in my spine, right down to my testicles
MC with the chinkie eyes smokin’ that medicinal
Known to steal a show so they label me a criminal
Whether it be on stage or chillin’ in the studio
Hip hop evolutionized, I remain traditional, ugh
The mind frame of a time when rhyme skills reigned supreme is just another dream that’s unreachable
Rap was an artform, now it’s close to miserable
If you ain’t joined the parade, they not into you
Jumpin’ on the bandwagon, I don’t contribute to
Catch the underdog ride solo in the convertible
So absurd you start to question the metaphysical
Leave the cynical in a state that’s unbreathable like…..
Dead in the middle of little Manila little did he know he riddled the Fili who did more than diddly, Wooo!
Intendin’ big puns to paint a scenario
The realer you are, the harder you come, this pun’s intentional
To anything less than amazing, I’m not comparable
The truth behind the rappers these days is unconventional
Out to display a masquerade, don’t let it get to you
A slave to the currency fails to keep the dignity
Despite the rhyme ability, (you are) forced to live in infamy
I got the remedy, homie, keep it original!