Crack by Verbal McMahon Lyrics
[Verse]
The Verbal Villain; you feelin him, know the feeling, he chillin, he bone chillin
He thrillin em how he killin em; Fill em up with synonyms
Spinnin em with a grin on em; Winnin em over, sinnin though
But yo, who the fuck he kiddin?
"Yo what the fuck he spittin? Is that something different?
There's something missin, shit, there must be, listen!
Oh I know, oh I know, oh I know; look there it go, there it go, there it go
He ain't sayin nothin stupid, he ain't sayin nothin wack!"
Ya just fuckin stupid I'm just playin with the track, call the Mayor matter fact
Rhyme sprayer I attack, hungry all day that's how I act
Dismiss your prayers back, yo it's Mr. Slay The Track, Al Miller play it back
Gather instrumentals, essentials to make it crack;
Credentials to get a dap, potential to spit a rap so amazin
Change the scenery, straight to brain the stinky greenery
Looks deceiving thee but you believe in me & grieve for me
If I should ever leave this Earth, my worth magnify for the whole fam & I
I'll be damned if I do & if I don't then who want
A problem with the Immortal? Asylum sick let me warn you
A minor slip I destroy you, implore you to try your luck elsewhere so aware
Struck with knowledge of self, acknowledge the skill
Verb snipes from hills, I earn stripes in fields, you herbs write your will
A-Mill, S-E-L it's backwards for real
& I am what crack was, we ill, we kill, we thrill
We fill your soul with chills, chill
[Hook]
And I am what crack was, we ill, I am what crack was, we ill
I am what crack was, we ill, we kill, we thrill, we fill your soul with chills, chill
I am what crack was, we ill, I am what crack was, we ill
I am what crack was, we ill, we kill, we thrill, we fill your soul with chills, chill
[Verse]
The sour dieseler than Kevin Nash, put a big boot to your beggin ass
My book of rhymes is my weapons stash, kept it vast
That corny shit get deaded fast, behead the mass
Verb known to head the class; Grade A
Top quality around, got dames spittin game to me mahogany brown
They probably down, so I gotta see wassup
Have em make the V erupt then the feet go up I seen enough
My team is clutch; the 4th never startled us
My songs above your head, think you belong on the retarded bus
Pardon us, who target us; L dot E dot S like Spartucus
Thieves make it hard to trust; thoughts sharp a must
Wield the mental like a blade, never change, attention paid
I ain't earnin I'm robbin your respect, you vibin to my set
Time flyin they lyin if they claiming that I was tryin
See me aiming, don't hold your fire brother, you just a Wayan
Behold the sire, street attire, make the choirs praise the higher powers
Fire showers down upon the weak, I ponder deep
Bomb on beats, all storm no calm, no peace
Cons on streets that charge police
Ready for whatever drama that the sergeant brings
I harm the freaks they lovin it, who am I to disagree?
Nickname on my jersey, ala Pistol Pete
[Hook]
And I am what crack was, we ill, I am what crack was, we ill (we ill)
I am what crack was, we ill, we kill, we thrill, we fill your soul with chills, chill
I am what crack was, we ill (we ill), I am what crack was, we ill
I am what crack was, we ill, we kill, we thrill, we fill your soul with chills, chill
Yeah, crack rap, rap crack ... L.E.S
& I am what crack was, we ill, we kill, we thrill
We fill your soul with chills, chill
The Verbal Villain; you feelin him, know the feeling, he chillin, he bone chillin
He thrillin em how he killin em; Fill em up with synonyms
Spinnin em with a grin on em; Winnin em over, sinnin though
But yo, who the fuck he kiddin?
"Yo what the fuck he spittin? Is that something different?
There's something missin, shit, there must be, listen!
Oh I know, oh I know, oh I know; look there it go, there it go, there it go
He ain't sayin nothin stupid, he ain't sayin nothin wack!"
Ya just fuckin stupid I'm just playin with the track, call the Mayor matter fact
Rhyme sprayer I attack, hungry all day that's how I act
Dismiss your prayers back, yo it's Mr. Slay The Track, Al Miller play it back
Gather instrumentals, essentials to make it crack;
Credentials to get a dap, potential to spit a rap so amazin
Change the scenery, straight to brain the stinky greenery
Looks deceiving thee but you believe in me & grieve for me
If I should ever leave this Earth, my worth magnify for the whole fam & I
I'll be damned if I do & if I don't then who want
A problem with the Immortal? Asylum sick let me warn you
A minor slip I destroy you, implore you to try your luck elsewhere so aware
Struck with knowledge of self, acknowledge the skill
Verb snipes from hills, I earn stripes in fields, you herbs write your will
A-Mill, S-E-L it's backwards for real
& I am what crack was, we ill, we kill, we thrill
We fill your soul with chills, chill
[Hook]
And I am what crack was, we ill, I am what crack was, we ill
I am what crack was, we ill, we kill, we thrill, we fill your soul with chills, chill
I am what crack was, we ill, I am what crack was, we ill
I am what crack was, we ill, we kill, we thrill, we fill your soul with chills, chill
[Verse]
The sour dieseler than Kevin Nash, put a big boot to your beggin ass
My book of rhymes is my weapons stash, kept it vast
That corny shit get deaded fast, behead the mass
Verb known to head the class; Grade A
Top quality around, got dames spittin game to me mahogany brown
They probably down, so I gotta see wassup
Have em make the V erupt then the feet go up I seen enough
My team is clutch; the 4th never startled us
My songs above your head, think you belong on the retarded bus
Pardon us, who target us; L dot E dot S like Spartucus
Thieves make it hard to trust; thoughts sharp a must
Wield the mental like a blade, never change, attention paid
I ain't earnin I'm robbin your respect, you vibin to my set
Time flyin they lyin if they claiming that I was tryin
See me aiming, don't hold your fire brother, you just a Wayan
Behold the sire, street attire, make the choirs praise the higher powers
Fire showers down upon the weak, I ponder deep
Bomb on beats, all storm no calm, no peace
Cons on streets that charge police
Ready for whatever drama that the sergeant brings
I harm the freaks they lovin it, who am I to disagree?
Nickname on my jersey, ala Pistol Pete
[Hook]
And I am what crack was, we ill, I am what crack was, we ill (we ill)
I am what crack was, we ill, we kill, we thrill, we fill your soul with chills, chill
I am what crack was, we ill (we ill), I am what crack was, we ill
I am what crack was, we ill, we kill, we thrill, we fill your soul with chills, chill
Yeah, crack rap, rap crack ... L.E.S
& I am what crack was, we ill, we kill, we thrill
We fill your soul with chills, chill