Tuesday, March 17, 2009

heroes

let me dig this qtip up in ya ear wax
like butter on krsonts some brand nu shit's right here max
tight gear wearin so i'm extra p
with the special ed invested in the right recipe
and i run da mc, MC dont run me
i like the girls with double dees, steins and skis
like st pauli's but more marley marl
so drink beer and ad rock to get the party started
chewin gnarled bark, leaves in the wrong tree
in the art department singin songs off key
i mobbed deep backintheday with big kids with new toys
now i be steppin to these piggies like i was a true goy

just a midget standing on the shoulders of giants
whether droppin beats or droppin some science
all you need is a mic and bass/treble appliance
and you'll be flying off in space like the rebel alliance
x2

sad to say it only takes some common sense
to know that rappers today lack competence
they never aim high cuz they only cee lo
never see the pharcyde of the distant shore
you could outkast em all and never miss em a smidgen
take the cash in they vault and they would lose the religion
whether goose or a pigeon they flock like feathers together
with jibber jabber i can never remember
antipods nasty nahs with yippee kay ay yays see
we lace beats with crazy das effects like jay z or jay dee
major heat jonny blazin hotter than a flame thrower
and this track is amazin for a hip hop name knower

just a midget standing on the shoulders of giants
whether droppin beats or droppin some science
all you need is a mic and bass/treble appliance
and you'll be flying off in space like the rebel alliance
x2

i'm on a quest for love with a big L to leave my blacker thoughts
am i a travellin man, abagnale or just a vagabond?
is this the gift of gab or just a clever tongue?
is there a fellowship for freestyles or just an ace of one?
I'm an MD who needs an EP so I can col' rock em
I be I, gee whiz! I chuck da LP in my locker
the octagon doctor waiting for patience
but when i hear a beat (nutz!) it's "all hands battle stations"
i stay shady and slim like a canadian gym
but i sing this rap music like a radiant hymn
against the gradient wind, a guru in a subaru
but i stay true 2 the pack and blast through just like a rubix cube
true 2 the past and blast through just like a supertroop
true 2 the bastard and snoop another loopdeloop
de loop de loop de loop

just a midget standing on the shoulders of giants
whether droppin beats or droppin some science
all you need is a mic and bass/treble appliance
and you'll be flying off in space like the rebel alliance
x2

i'm a genius in the genus, i mean this

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