A. Southcott - Raps On Tap lyrics

Raps On Tap Jokes on you duck sicka I'm dope Its the bullet proof truth in the booth like pope I got them bars for your jaws for the low I ain't never gon fall i put a knot in the rope Don't knock what you don't - have a clue about Thought that you then had me all figured out But its out with the old so now in newer now And I'm rulin the crowd cuz its few spewin loud One of these rappers is not like the rest I like this i like that but forget the rest Sometimes I write rhymes, sometimes I rest I've got lots leftover you can buy the rest Peace to d digital and scorp ruff ryder I rip till there's no more emcees to write for Im gettin tighter a bit lighter I flick off a biter make him run like cider Its me yo, game player like BMO I once met a martian named dean bro Word to your grannie and Mimo Don't get lost like a grammy or Nemo I float off like a full grown little memo I'm a league pro... - On that Danny Trevino - You are now streaming the audio free flow Always keep it clean though Don't be obscene hoe Ever so smarmy aren't you? If you aren't paying respect already you better start to Too cool for school i charge by the pound to car pool Smart and artful I rapped my heart out to a whole darn bar full The micromanager microphone brandisher Call me mike row and just shoot me with your cameras sir Ill slide down the banister like Kevin McAllister With high caliber beats in a bluetooth canister Those with good antennae can properly feel this Bootleggers cannot duplicate or steal this who*e im hard core mega on my realness Heads find me sick they check for illness Y'all bis cuttersare in for rude awakenings Must've spent up all your little life savings Too busy feeding pointless cravings I'm stealing happy hours like a pack of vikings I'm the one you trust the push the thrust Us must discuss we and us All these oldies are good for is pimping s*uts Meanwhile i fill my trench with cannabis Either which way my spits still humorous Scripflips hits are knocking and numerous This is for the information age computerists From mid michigan to budapest Im a alpha millennium man Rapping as best as i can I steady stick to the plan And fly like peter pan Roaming the land With the mic still in my hand You want me there in a van? Man, hand me a grand Back on the scene I survive like a scream queen But i keep my clothes on till I'm well off screen I'm toking the green But also I'm woken like ween I spoke to the team I hope you're agreeing and know what i mean No, let the world stay pure and innocent You don't need my peanut gallery comments Psyche take heed from your prophets I got raps on tap straight shooting from the faucets White boy whipping up a potent potion Gatekeepers give me A promotion Took proper time to rhyme with devotion Come on baby do the locomotion I said goodbye to the world as i used to know it A blond vagabond - gone with the poet When i had the chance I wouldn't blow it See, i had myself some seed and i gently sewed it Now look around just how i grow it I don't simply rap the rhyme, no - I bestow it I spit legit, and quit before you know it At last, I dash with you cash, I one below it The last to go cuz, I'm the strongest link My save files further in than you think I can read your thoughts every time that you blink Don't be a dink or Your blow up boat finna flippin sink Oh me oh my, gee - who woulda knew Scripflip Senior, I've flown Truer than you I've been down that road got big league chew on my shoe Its all right all love all Beautiful To the new dude and their crew what it dew I've shed top tear now its drippin on you Better hope doo-doo in the mail don't chute I mean I'd never do that But what if I do?