Ez Elpee - Service lyrics

(Wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a Wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a Wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a rhyming k**s a raw beat... Wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a Rhyming k**s a raw beat... Wack n***a rhyming k**s a raw beat... Wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a Rhyming k**s a raw beat...) Very special... (Wack n***a rhyming k**s a raw beat...) May I help you? You need some new sh**, I'm here to bless you Got a style all my own, I'm nothing like the next crew Good afternoon, now after me there will be none No continue, no part two For would be contenders easily saw through Your value over there now how dare you Attempt to even act or appear to Service amplifiers with no fire Quite frankly I'm offended at how you professed your perfection But never meant to go on, now peoples let's address it Exactly how many times you buy an album That leaves you even somewhat pleased, far too seldom Thank you, hey yo welcome, I'm just a real deal's fan I keep no feelings inside, that's how I ride, you know who I am Distinctly, Mike Zoot, in the no-name suit And the boots, cla**ic bu*ter, ever item under 50-loot My fashion statement is basement Brooklyn night crew with the lyrics you get laced with A tasteless displays, un-cool, I just can't see them used Ain't got no soul in there, no technique, no flair I sabatoge your whole savoir-faire, as we go there Let's take you to the air, get this whole thing clear Til one rhyme reappear I be the winner by unanimous decision on the system A sound boy k**um I'm the good scientist turned evil villain, just chillin' If it sound good in the flow it'll start illing With the service and the lyrics, yo... (Wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a Rhyming k**s a raw beat...) Straight service, cause uh... (Wack n***a rhyming k**s a raw beat... Wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a Rhyming k**s a raw beat... Wack n***a rhyming k**s a raw beat...) Like for example The other night around twelve thirty, or done It was me and son, playing Tekken part one on Sony Playstation We doing the all night bid up in the crib I whooping his a** with this Bruce Lee looking kid I'm using patterns and codes, catching high-tech rep On tournament mode, damn near broke son's neck Then he hit the reset, but f** those, it was time for that underground So I turned off the Sony and turned up the sounds And now I don't recall the DJ, but none the less I'm checking it Cause the last time I listened yo he played my favorite record If the beats and rhymes is hectic god respect it But nothing else can be accepted in my hip hop Suddenly, my jaw dropped From two bars of a ba**line, then some more scratching Followed by guitars some pianos, oooh that's banging I had to say to myself, then I said out loud Simply because it was the bomb I took the tape off pause Quickly came the hi-hat on the snare, well mixed Build up all in the background, 8-oh-8 kicks All falling on place with the near perfect timing Then before I know it some stupid n***a start rhyming So I'm listening, trying to ignore the style he's stealing Fake bob my head, I can't lie, I can't feel him Must this happen every time, what's the dealin? Appealing to the ma**, rapper's a** all revealing can't last So please repause that gra**, it's f**in' up my vibes And my tape deck, the speakers, as well as the ca**ette My accent, on access so hear this well Ain't no dis, ain't no beef, ain't no gas, ain't no gel It's just the beat was kinda stink, but the rhymes I couldn't smell For bigger nose, and I was diggin those too, til the rhyming on the song Now get rid of those, you rap real wrong So now I'm forced to turn you off and turn the Tekken back on (Wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a Rhyming k**s a raw beat...) Straight service in cause uh... (Wack n***a rhyming k**s a raw beat... Wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a, wack n***a Rhyming k**s a raw beat... Wack n***a rhyming k**s a raw beat...) Word up... Service (Wack n***a rhyming k**s a raw beat...) Mike Zoot, EZ Elpee, GuessWhyld (we need the Service) My man Collossal in the house Ninteenth, every time, every year Straight service on first... Eleven...