Fo Chief & Kontrast - Rip 'Em Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Fo Chief] You know I got that bone crack flow Chief tax all you lames, I got my moe back joe Never lax in my lane before you know that road Cold raps in my veins, I think you know that though I rarely act silly, but actually I'm dead serious Wet Willy, step wit' me clean I bury 'em back barely Oh sincere with the rap very Thinkin' I'm just gon' hit 'em with the lean I'm back again Got my chips and cashed 'em in So adamant, they call me clean, yeah that's accurate With the pen dagger I been badder Than all y'all chit-chatterin' Rattlin' about you been wetter Cut the cornball sh** The cannonball rip Right through the center of your core, you shoulda wore a bib Hyped when I hear the thunder roarin' rain pourin' in Fight, give me reigns, the raw pain toe to toe wit' it [Hook:] (DJ Skip Ripkin on the cuts) [Verse 2: Kontrast] Lookie here, doggie, what ya found? Original boom bap The underground sound We be callin' it "Tomb Rap" Heard from 'round town you be fallin' Ya crew's wack And word is now you follow but you hollow like cocoon wraps These buffoon raps gettin' chewed like saloon snacks My platoon pack don't salute back to fool's, jack Newsflash: think it's funny? Fire ripples quick Honey dip I'm well equipped And I'm liver than a nipple slip Simplistic, kid, sophisticated Watch me, flip this b**h then I'll fist the cadence In a swiftly mist of a blissful fragrance I'm on Ripley sh**, leave you pricks amazed But then I seem to gaze when shorty drop it like it's hot Like a f**in' tea pot spilled all over her sweet spot Knees drop, baby I'm the juggernaut What you f**in' thought I keep these n***as runnin' hard when I rip 'em up [Hook] [Verse 3: Fo Chief/Kontrast] On the grind so hard, you check the mouthpiece A kind so long, respect, give you a pound, peace Unleash heat, man down and now we power play So I'mma make my move now, f** what cowards say Naturally hot, they be drinkin' kerosene Actually I'm not thinkin' that your glare is mean They just some ficklin' pixies whistlin' Dixie Pick a bone go 'head you know the crew is with me Flyin' with bars equipped, timing with the iron grip If you get with them dudes, that's where the lion sips Climbin' in with a pair of pliers on this rhymin' sh** I'mma flip the p**y sit back and watch the hymen rip Disgustin' words that be bumpin' through ya speakers now Beat thumpin', keys to the function got you geekin' out We got ya round brown a** steady creepin' south But believe it now When we rip 'em up They steady leakin' out [Hook]