Easy Mo Bee - Hip Hop lyrics

Yo yo yo yo Chorus: Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, fake cats get up outta here [Repeat Chorus] Verse 1: See whatcha like gimme the mic I'm rippin and flippin and grippin it tight Say whatcha like, don't play with me right? I ride your chain from day to night Head first with a verse You see my excerpts got eskimos in igloos sweatin and seek in search In self-worth, through the knowledge that all age enter the earth Till the devils and his dogs I fool I'll be the f**in curse Spit fire more fire with my n***a Fire I backflip blindfolded on a highwire Then fall back on my team and dream of lividcism I met Noah before the ark and started rhymin with him If I wanted to flow with him reactin like a cataclysm And shockwavin my rights into the system [Chorus] Verse 2: Now set trippin and sweatin the aesthetics The chick's beef hits your a** up like diabetics I bet it gets, I wrestle it, second album be the predicate No mismatches, no maxin or relaxin Toast with the awesome two, break it like your fractions Peep the equation, these Pythagorean thereom I know the science for the metals and all the plenums Until you hate it, young children have been mutilated It looks good and some of y'all be desecratin Incineratin wastin your state in the outer space It's wicked right I hit it right slice doors with a bu*ter knife I'm makin moves on the mic like I was dice Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, we transcend we outta here [Chorus] Verse 3: Tippin you off bringin it forth, knowledge be the jump-off Wax on wax off, liquid form-I turn to hot sauce While some may want they salad tossed I can bust like Matatov Now get your saddle off, quit bustin, no towelin off Some pip squeaks in the game night ride like Ha**lehoff Stand back to your skin and feel my G-force Tic tac toein I keep it flowin and flowin No need for detonators my sh** be mind blowin Blind the sights likes of Ihmotep Flippin the script ring the alarm like Ghengis Khan Who rocks all takes all kick it like Win Chaw Or ping pong crackin the mic, the dreaded King Kong [Chorus] Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, we transcend we outta here