Clear Soul Forces - Stick 'Em lyrics

Stick 'em heh Ha-haha What up what up Yo.. check [Verse 1: J-ROC] Verbal genocide demonstrator k**a Dilla straight and we come from a iller nature Illustrate or be a painter,basquiat Bagging groceries nothing on top of the bread and the basket, the money Literary metaphor military Not a team colder or frozer n***a this Ben & Jerry's The world is mine, excuse my inner geologist A novelist, jotting sh** as hot as a fallen comet is Ironic how it's crunch time; you Nestle, get ate up The reason your trunk got epilepsy n***a shake up [E-FAV] And wake up bake up cake up we on your tail n***a Clocking overtime hold back off my genitalia Look I'm tailing ya, the way we move With precision is a tool, too, too cool for school Still got mad A's, so stuck in my ways Verbs swerve word play art swords stay sharp Just to back you n***as off, paper growing like moss Picture clearer than a vase, sharper than a tip of darts So glorify your cards you've been loosing from the start [Hook] (Get down) brrr stick'em ha ha ha stick 'em (Get down) brrr stick'em ha ha ha stick 'em (Get down) brrr stick'em ha ha ha stick 'em Ha ha ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em And get down and we could, we could get down baby And get down and we could, we could get down baby And get down and we could, we could get down baby And if you're liking our sound, then we could we could get down baby! [Verse 2: LAZ] You n***as better not - in the air I know you feel it My legs k**ing get my cardio from chasing paper to the top Climb like stairs of skyscraper buildings Fall fast like you jumped of the ceiling See, lose what's given I earn what I keep Got rhymes beside my drive just like the pa**enger seat Get live, the Roots with Jimmy Fallon playing a beat No one better than me, no one better than we (C S F) [Ilajide] We fall quazars running the game, k ball (Ay dog) this is a trailer to the real sh** when it pays off 'Til it pays off (borrow, borrow) shoot'em Kilimanjaro Lyrical bow and arrow the beat is jumping with ? So pump up the f**ing volume - and bang it Wizardly similes tend to be who remain nameless Young Voldemort your heart's at top n***a back it up now And f**in check it with sound them up cause I'm underground [Hook] [Verse 3:E-FAV] It's like we GPS and Google Map and no place in particular Syllables off the syllabus verbish extra curriculum Fill 'em up with the unleaded now your career is dead You dealing with a monster not triple sh** it's quadruple-headed [Ilajide] ? preparing for the win as thin as spaghetti(b**h) If we don't get it get ready for the guillotines and machetes The spirt of Urameshi wh-whoopin your fleshy fleshy ? Keys to my mamas Lexi, I thought it was ready, ready Then she left the boy behind, no g-note for ? [LAZ] My cuts heavy As a f**ing medieval sword stuck in some stone, the blade buried It's wins and losses I'm a champion already Starting with an L like you named Larry [J-RoC] Hot as a barrel of smoking pistols Molten lava milita God, bless em I'll get a tissue The abysmal visuals of a genius choppin' up syllables Stranger to intervals on this odyssey need a miracle No prisoners my favorite color is murder backwards Charles Manson dancin' all over your favorite rapper Re-enacter of the Detroit riots, revolution! They say only the strong survive, evolution! I'm in love with the game in a violent way Love/hate Take this hand grenade serenade Boom!