aus dem Album: Kutmasta Kurt presents Masters of Illusion
Songtext:
"I'm so confused, I don't know what to do Folienbeschriftung Bonn I think I'm going insane" -> Pharoahe Monch
[Chorus: Motion Man] + (Kool Keith) Partners confused (the mouse raps when they lose) Partners is soggy - they waterheads like Bobby Partners is mildew - that's right Partners confused (the mouse raps when they lose) Partners is soggy - they waterheads like Bobby Partners is mildew - that's right
[Kool Keith] Rappers are weak they bullshit, talkin shit They cadence is slow, them young kids are not equipped Them handicapped raps get smacked back, in the wheelchair Tuck in your anus piece, we catch crews with rectum grease Hold down your fort, I'm veteran like Michael on the court Baldhead swift slick make your wife wanna suck my dick Rappers you know me, that keep it real shit is phony No matter how much you smoke that weed, fuck with dust I'm in yo' central, you drive fakin in the rental Frontin yo' back out, I leave you with yo' wack ass out Rhymin in Lees, with boots on and Dungarees Hosin yo' sneakers, you smell like shit by the speakers I'm speakin peakin doin it {?} like a Puerto Rican Executive master, work around your fat stomach Exhale, expert, piss upon your Polo shirt Combat comrade, take your fuckin blue doo rag No wave, no black, you just waste a can of Nu Nile You need to regroup, wipe your ass for the new style Crews with tests, I'm old, y'all "Young & the Restless" I'm here with Motion, y'all niggaz rap in slow motion Think you fast with thumbs stuck up in yo' tight ass
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[Motion Man] Niggaz 4 cylinder, I'm V-12 and 101 My actions killin y'all, I monkey bitch your hoe's neck She shows respect, she eats faggot both rap and coward I smokes a zip, get them humans out the jungle fuck 'em They not equipped for these monkeys caged, throwin shit Elephant grip, I'm snatchin rappers on the {?} by they ear like I'm they moms, rusty lip, just spittin horrible I gives advice, President's psychiatric worker Clerical nurse, I bet your mother's husband rocks a purse Niggaz confused, cause I got styles to choose My style is to switches, to switch from bus stop to Rolls Royce to mack to you bitches, switch from Rolls Royce to baseball bat to smack up you snitches, switch from baseball bat to triple {*censored*} niggaz, white sheet, blood spot, backhandin yo' momma That bitch was late on the payment, I got no time for the drama Nigga take care of home Grown man's my style, my delivery serve Small medium large to extra large to XXL X-X-X-X-X-X to XXL Smoke the XXL, live in XX hell They think I'm extra excel, don't fuck with light bulbs with water valves we shock your ass well I kick a Band-Aid for cuts
