Gift Of Gab - Greatness lyrics

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Gift Of Gab - Greatness lyrics

[Verse 1: Gift of Gab] sh** is bad, healthy to bomb Drop of the arm topper on Hop in the car Stopping your awe Blockin' your thoughts You're coppin' it raw I contort your tropical core Conquering y'all Could not stop him at all The bar toppler dawg I'm rock, rocking them, mopping them Shock stopping they hearts in spots Poppin' at they broads at the mall Stop popping your chops ya hobgoblin Drop beyond garbage it's not at all Logic is wrong So stop talkin' 'cause I concoct talk-isms Hot beyond lava To drop the whole lot of ya all Stop blockagin' all The co*k blockers They talk about poppin' the raw But not rockin' the floor You Top Ramen in pots I'll mop all of ya shocks That's bog rhymin' your cop And watch all of ya fall Dollars and nines I clock holla I got new hot caliber raps To rock all of they noms Through calm traveler Romp through spots all over Chops through abdominal Stock you like animals Rock you raw tenants through pop You fought and your crew flop You not damage Do not, do what you can or do Lock onto the savage who's not At all average in thought You all banished and shot when caught Poppin' your jaw [Verse 2: Versatyle] Hold the meaningless reading really redundant Feeble easy to come with Any dreams of defeating The V you better bring hundreds Hung with nunchuks and weapons from A dozen dungeons Bazookas and M-1 government funded gunmen This number one stunner Stunned with cunning conundrums Cold War word product like Osiris was summoned I'm old jazz with a vocab of a man-sized landslide Avalanche style franchise hang-glide good god Get whupped on punished for life to push far Soldered it on slash soldier n***a I'm a certified hood star Flashback my urban stat verbiage that Is searing all diversion back You're folding bibs in the back with burger shack Thiefin' I should slap you what they call boy box you sleepin' Wake up coward and be a man and take this beatin' Touch mics and trash talk Of a crushed ice toon to breathe The universe cracked a path and made room for me Greatness Hey yo it's Versatyle a.k.a. Studious Do Good When I'm not out robbin' places wit your mom You can catch me droppin' bombs on the Supreme Lyricism It's all you want