Charlie Marotta - Hardcore Rap Act lyrics

Intro/Hook (x2) (*The hardcore rap act is back!*) (*Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin?*) HARDCORE!!! (*The hardcore rap act is back!*) (*No I, no I ain't smilin*) Verse 1: Dray Yo, yo I said it first with the verse to make these n***as wanna act up Smackin up the wack and Solid Scheme they hook the track up So back up or swing or you'll get stung by my stinger Heard that I was rich and now your b**h is on my dinger Then I swing the jungle sh** so f** the humble sh** Kid I crumble sh**, motherf**ers know I never fumble sh** So bring your weapon or keep it steppin or hit the deck-in Cos in a second I'mma pull a f**in Tek-in Start rejectin em, affect em when I kick Y'all n***as think you're slick but y'all can s** my f**in dick Y'all see me gettin busy wit my man and my DJ Strictly kickin facts and then we max like TJ Cos we play for keeps, my peeps they don't be flakin And if you wanna test well yes your bones is gettin breakin Or broken, no jokin, I shoot them *?in them rise?* f**in with Das you wind up in hoes- -pital, so bust my riddle when I reveal it If n***as wanna play around then stay around and feel it Cos yo... Hook (x2) Verse 2: Skoob, Dray Now to my style there is no equal, boy I'm lethal like some tumours My crew be strokin b**hes like I used to stroke my pumas Wit my toothbrush, see I do just what I wanna I got that from my pops and from some n***as on the corner So you never catch me rappin about no sh** like the Government But I be snappin on MC's like your b**h snap on double mega of a shotty And a burner and I keeps the 2 ready To hit you in your chest like Steve Young do Jerry Rice, be nice and stock slice by umbilical Knew that I would be the ill-form freaker of the syllables And son is rugged, you're gonna love it in an instant See I smoke blunts but yo my pops smokes Winstons Well it's the D-A-S, I can't forget the E-a F-a to the X so when I flex y'know I bein A fatter wrecker n***a on the mic with my strategy Kids is mad at me cos they ain't as f** as bad as me I takes the best of them so f** the rest of them I couldn't care less for them, I'm too fresh for them I just be wreckin shop and gettin busy, n***a check it Never actin broke cos yo I sold a f**in record I'm too slick for dat, s** my big dick for that Don't try to trap my rap cos yo I'm too quick for that I got the recipe and yes it's me with my crewin So if you didn't know, well n***a this is how we do it Uhh Hook (x2) Verse 3: Skoob Abara-cadabara, return of the punk MC batterer I'm mad at the system like them n***as up in Attica From more ways and your ways I rip sh** like dat Cos there's more ways son, you wanna skin a f**in cat Yo it's the rootin-tootin-nig'-shoot-to-give n***a with the superdest Flow, son you'll get no wins cos I been Lurkin in the murky waters of my starvin shark style Ever since the days of the Clarks and the Argyles Quick I rip sh** to bits like piranha When I blow up the spot wit more watts than Rolanda And when I come thru I'm hittin you up with the 1-2 Teks, flex raps like Bruce Lee flex the kung-fu Look at my tongue, do it what it feel like, get ill-like That fat n***a my game is all-skirt tight Used to f** with shorty's wit the jelly playin celly Now my name is on your flyers and my tyres ain't Pirrelli Wit the chrome dip, so don't flip cos sh**'s gon' get heated up I'm weeded up, yo Dice I need a cut Bring it! Hook (x2) HARDCORE!!! *repeat*