Cashus Clay - Dip...Dip (Radio Version) lyrics

[Intro: Thief in da Nite and Breez Evahflowin'] What? Uh. Thief in da Nite! Repping with my man Breez... Evahflowin'. Bop. Yeah. Yeah. I told ‘em, son. Tell ‘em: You can't have sound if you got no rhythm. No doubt, no doubt. You can't have sales if you got no grip. Uh uh. Uh uh. No sound [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] Beyond human comprehension, many MCs portray tension Not to mention my backside play the b**hes I slide on the sentence and serenade the sound Secret still ain't been found. Take a peek around To keep a clown playing four quarters The same time, playing your daughter All out of order, I be praying for mad water My art conceal tight. Architect with the sk** to write Sealed the mic through bloody covenants and governments Some brothers scared to d**h. The others scared to life I disinfect your brains when I breathe on the mic To save a race as you enter Darth Vader space When we interface, you erased from my database I cause more harm than cybernetics arms Dropping dreaded bombs—even when I said it wrong MCs be wasting my time like Mona Lisa Cut your dreads to Little Caesars, see, and thorough like to “eat some pizza” Extra cheese for extra Breez I'm on the next degrees from the text I read Touch mad scripts for adlibs to smash through the biters Who couldn't catch a tune like Mariah with some laryngitis I strep throats and slept on your best quotes My pager catches flavor from Atlanta to the West Coast The most beneficial to your mental tissue Don't diss. If you want the ish, we could make it all official [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and Thief in da Nite] Dip, dip, dive. So-socialize—what's your name? Big Breez and I came to get fly On who? On crews who didn't pay dues Dames who claim to obtain my revenues Dip, dip, dip, dive. So-socialize—tell ‘em your name Breez. And you came to get what?!? Get fly. On who?. Uh. Check it On the one (One), two (Two)—yo Breez, break ‘em down [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] Industries, you make decisions hasty We lining up without a free safety I'm out for pastry that's tasty Although I face the ultimate judges with no grudges Come all about the game with no change in my budget So fudge it. Pencil, paper Pick a caper, watch me bless the taper Recording, wiling like a warden in a riot Try it, but I still don't buy it Just deny it inequities I'm quick with these with liquid ease The Evahflowin', call me Breez Freeze Real MCs don't need trees for crutches I got your style in my clutches I crushes the yearly But then who would you compare me? They gotta be wack so I could see that And if you react, you'll catch the feedback CashUs Clay Mack Dude, you be that producer that I could get loose ta Into mixing, L-O-S-ing for the fixing Can't forget to vote for the President Dickson Coming from a zone where you won't find fiction I call it Sound Plus Rhythm Home of the super duper soul where your flows is forbidden [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and Thief in da Nite] Well, dip, dip, dive. So-socialize—what's your name? Big Breez and I came to get fly On who? On crews who didn't pay dues Dames who claim to obtain my revenues Well, dip, dip, dive. So-socialize—tell ‘em your name Breez. And you came to get what?!? Get fly. On who? Uh. Check it On the one (One), two (Two)—yo Breez, break ‘em down Well, dip, dip, dive. So-socialize—what's your name? Big Breez and I came to get live On who? On crews who didn't pay dues Dames who claim to take my loot Dip, dip, dive. So-socialize—tell ‘em your name Breez. You came to get what?!? Get fly. On who? Scratch it On the ones, ones, threes, Breez, break it down [Outro: Thief in da Nite] Uh. Yeah. SPR's in the house. Yeah. Yo. CashUs Clay got sound ‘cause he got rhythm. L-O-S got sound ‘cause he got rhythm. P. Dickson got sound ‘cause he got rhythm. Thief in da Nite ‘cause he got rhythm. What you want, son?