Ya wanna hip hop, first off, grab a beat from da box, keep ya lines in da oven so they stay hot, take da four by four beat, that move ya feet, ya know ya arrogant, now make it apparent, modesty be the enemy, how bout, no one out a head a me?
damn right got dat right, now pick da shorty you gonna rock tonight, dress her up nice, lay on da ice, she be a key accessory,
show da success of me,
show da excess of me,
now at da club, patron wit a ba, be da new bub, sex da new love, love da new sex, wit a girl who can flex, I call her gumby, she like ta hump me,
no no not like that, them lines fall flat,
up in da club, im up in er skirt, damn I aint even gotta flirt, lines like that, be where the money at, spend the o spend the n spend the y left me, roll’n high, horse on da hood, damn dont ya look good, recline the seat, make our love met,
whoa now stop that, got be more crude, you a hard ass dude, hit it like this, yo I be in that bitch, up to my wrist, ok maybe not dat far, least not in da car. Now see what I did, two meanings to a line and trick for ya mind. To far about the wrist, or about the fist, you don’t know, just parta the flow, now back at ya, back of head smack ya, pay attention, did I mention we got a test, I aint even ask an she say yes, like the line bout the skirt and how I aint a flirt, no better on the grammar, a little more like Hammer, a different approach, insert joke about how he fly coach,
back to da club, Patron and new love, note and notice, you may wanna quote dis, sex lead ta love, so new love come from sex, don’t we all.... come from sex, yes in more ways then one, I’d explain but you aint dumb, and I about done. Just quiky of a lesson, a sex reference I wont mention,
ah but I did, so I guess I gotta show jus a lil mo flow, we’ll keep it light, ta see in da night, set da mood right, wit a little a this, a lil more a dat, when da eye lash bat, ya know you in, spread em girl lets begin, start wit the tip,
now that’s it, keep it up, now ad a friend who like it rough, ok so theres room for two, now you got options, what a ya do?
I don’t man what would you?
Id divid time equally by three so we get the full extent of the experience but that’s just me.
And that’s how ya hip hip hop, stand back.... this track, .......gonna make da money stack.
So cliché and da lesson of da day.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
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3 comments:
...props, dude...my first n' last rhyme was on bsnyc...
...i can dig it but i don't need ta do it...that be yo territory...
...keep rippin', keep rhymin'...
I thought maybe you got the lobster name from this Digital Underground song:
I tried to mix a cut from a TV blooper,
Got pulled by a deep sea state trooper,
Told me that I didn't have the right to bite,
I said, "Your wife looks just like a fat blue grouper."
Sittin' in my aqua-blue jail cell, didn't have my bail,
I had to break out with the rhyme,
Shrimp scatter on a platter, I rock like a mobster,
Told an MC, "Yo, you look like a lobster"
Probably not the same lobster. I am digging those rhymes though man. Peace.
Nice ta see ya both represent wit a comment,
Bikesgonewild,
love the lobster roll line!
Logan,
B-52's Rock Lobster, ya know "motion in the ocean"
Love that song, different, but undeniably good, I listened to it for 3 hours straight one time, it opend my mind.
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