E-Dot - Uhh Huh lyrics

[Intro: E-Dot and Loer Velocity] E-Dot: Ayyo, I feel this right here. Yo. Yo, Loe. Yo, I'ma rip this to shreds, yo. [?], you got this? Yo. Black flag, yo Loer Velocity: Yo, true. Chill, chill, chill, [?]. No doubt, no doubt. Let me get it right there. Yeah, let me get it [Verse 1: Loer Velocity] Velocity, the god who you see in the flesh Change water to rhyme with this. Don't test Can I get a witness while I profess? A fifty sack to the fellow who can get closest Truthfully, I'm soon to be that bodega poster Promoting your liver cancer and stomach ulcer Sike. Man, I write like I'm supposed to host it dirty For n***as who want to knuckle up and prove they worthy And only doing this to be proving a point Make sure it's rolled tight, whether doobie or joint Dutch or Garcia Vega, “I” self from savior Truthfully, my square's that of blue collar labor Overtime-working, always curtains for sure Connoisseur of what they call “sticky raw” Shifty, not as easygoing as before that Kick-in-the-door, wave-in-the-four-four-type mentality Get you for your bullsh** weakly salary You don't want the beef—you said you don't need the calories Style in these words disturb frequency Causing your cringing and begging for leniency I do conveniently encompa** social Discrepancies as undertones in my vocals Piss on y'all corny, one-dimensional hopefuls That the song plays on. Yo, Dot, bring in the soul [Verse 2: E-Dot] Well, it's the [?] shiznit, black-flag-enlisted Licking shots ‘til you ear pop like a biscuit Everything hurts, nothing specific. Focused and I rip it, but Still, y'all sleep. It's just ridiculous To me, it's deep. It's like a sickness And those that speak stay on my sh** list Nice with these flows I frequent. Still, they risk it Spit it precise and with a quickness, but Too phenomenal for y'all to diss it I record, copyright, solicit. Really, quite simplistic Been in it for a minute, but apparently you missed it Skeptics have dissed it. But, as it turns out They were never realistic. I insisted that they shouldn't But they didn't want to risk it, then get hit with Force of a bullet that is projected from a biscuit Predicament worse than the next skit. I dished it Do he? Shoots for the three, but then he bricked it How big could a n***a risk it? [?] into all types of sick sh** We thorough and got a thick clit, a hairy chest, and a big dick Girls in every borough. Dog, I'm pimp-slick Loose lips sink ships. Can't say names Legitimate, but, still, it's all the same Yo, liquor fifth of mint and Irish marks for your frame E-Dot rip it to you once again. It's on. It's like [Outro: Loer Velocity] Hahaha. Aight. My neezy, E-Deezy, take your blood clot easy. Haha, word up. Hot sh**, son