CoryaYo - At They Heads lyrics

[Verse 1: Fooch The MC] Uh Huh Nowadays most of these rappers are softer than Buffy The Body's bottom You know who shot em cause I got em in my cross hairs Im just a sniper with an ill rhyme riffle Deciphered the rap bible in the speed of a light year Stay with a buzz like woody in toy story The bars are so ugly rip the skin off your right ear Im articulate, rhyme style meticulous Still manage to spit it bout as cool as the night air You other rappers dont want it But most of yall got it coming Poison my culture with your fabricated hood affairs If you ain't live it dont rap it And if you did stick to trappin And let the real mc's handle this right here I spit bars that make mogs act retarded You can barely make the crowd raise their light beers Im right here If you dont like what Im talkin bout God on my side so no man shall I ever fear The fangs are showing and the full moon is out Full platoon of chi goons ready to rub you out When in doubt run in the house when you know that we coming round Or just get your hands up like we waving them guns around Hardwired to the streets Im digital underground Make a grown man weep my speech bodying clowns And Cory cooking up beats with soul like james brown Sit your 5 dollar a** down before I make change Then make it rain lames all on the front of the stage Strangers of necessity all on the front page You claim you dropping j**els Then Im diamond dallas page Diamond cutters my special move dude give me some space Im better than most of ya'll and every dog has its day Created my own lane while you lames play it safe Sacrifice integrity for the sake of getting plays But at the end of the day you still just getting played Cause nobody is listening to what you have to say While im rocking microphones from chicago to the bay I leave a trail of lost wack rappers on the way These mogs are so sweet I swear Ive got tooth decay Its Fooch!