Buddha Monk - That Life sh** lyrics

[Etcetera] I heard all the ciphers but then again Your circle of feminine gentlemen Be trying to expose bars and show me love like Greenwich Village and Wimbledon Your text I write, damage ya mental Now while I think of writing you still checking out my brain But you gotta examine a pencil, for the prop sk**s and the credentials I pack 'em in like sixteen muthaf**ers crammin' the rental I perish you over Tebit and play the plan of the temple My scholast' automatic witty technical tactic Perpertuate's dominance over the plastic wannabe addict and rhyming fanatic Critical lyrical, enter and we feeling this digital Placing bu*terflies in your umbilicals These and k**able syllables attack pitiful typicals Giving you goosebumps making your spine chillable I rest on Wycoff for murder where this fat b**h was attempting To have me heard on her girdle and her s**ual circle, one up my building My love like a gerbil, she wanna be Urkel, but she slow like a turtle And I'm crazy hyper, mental sh** is like baby diapers Loving women and specific who don't claim the lady like her Twenty/eighty strikes ya, like a n***a talking sh** to 80 bikers I fight the dead bodies up in your cribs You can be the livest muthaf**a know where you live Anyway, I rumble on the humble, to make the highest establishment tumble And trumble, that's how it be like bumble you Fumble the ball and be normal as hell, general like Stalin I'm certain, that when you enter the stage, I be the hand closing the curtain f** faking the pearl then, putting the work in like a slave Putting the dirt in, your open sores that are hurting Just to manifest the lyrical sk** I spill that sh** That leave you all horizontally still You wanna ill? On the road, I have my tour bust follow you Musical mogul master, leave your ride a bloody mess like Count Dracula's Acura From backseat, to driver's seat and pa**enger Packing the lyrical calibur to splatter your harness of scavengers Don't battle me, if you want your career, don't challenge me The last challenger blew up, when it flew up These sharp a** lyrical scar, whoever you are For claiming that your sh** is so hard... *scratches* "Hard!" "Hard!" "Hard!" "Hard!" "Hard!" "Hard!" [Etcetera] This that hard sh**, not that same ol' regular sh** Comercialize, by this and that, won't but Etcetera sh** That hard sh**, that type of sh** that drive your a** up the ward That sh** that make the hottest, cuz you know's ain't nothing at all That hard sh**, sh** to said, this is what k**ed rapping f** a standing ovation, you should of had a crowd on stilts clapping That hard sh**, that sh** that make you jet from your plan That you was down for mad years, but to get with our plan That hard sh**, this Ectetera, aka, Octagon Supreme sh** That crucial critical vulgar extreme sh** That hard sh**, that essential sh**, that mental sh** The balance between joking around and showing up dental sh** That hard sh**, this that sh** that makes me lyrically fly For those who deny, that sh** that gets you punched in your eye That hard sh**, that clever, intelligent, witty sh** Brooklyn mood, the 20 eighty, hip hop New York City sh** That hard sh**, just do raw delivery This that sh**, that make you throw up your flame like the Statue of Liberty That hard sh**, that's that flavor, major miraculous Twisted metaphor, made you put your freshness against my wackness That hard sh**, I guess I be the most invigerating MC known to mankind, spitting sh** your kids'll be imitating That hard sh**, for all them b**h n***as who fronted on track Like they all that, knowing they didn't want it like that That hard sh**, this that sh** that put the squash that made the beef And f**ed your head up, like b**hes s**ing dick with razor teeth That hard sh**, say that sh** that's coming harder than hard From out of 2080 n***a, God is the squad That hard sh**, I'm guaranteed to certify your sh** is dead Portables leaving ya crew like, you heard what that n***a said That hard sh**, that wild, obnoxious and loud sh** Disrespectfully rude, inconsiderate and foul sh** That hard sh**, that 20/80's sh**, what crazy with you made me spit That gravy sh**, that come wetter than how your lady get That hard sh**... ah man, f** it, you get the point