D-Stroy - Bring It To Me lyrics

[Produced by Mr. Len] [Verse 1: D-stroy] Affiliated with real heads My meals bread and water, I'm starving In a steel shed on a concealed bed, dodging the goblin With stuff for your noggin Fake groups seek escape routes I'm here to break troops Unemployed til my joint makes loops So hit the sack cause all the sh** you lack isn't genuine Need a style when you rhyme, til I lend you mine And you climb til we knock your ladder I'm here to back the place and The crowd you're facing this fascination of abdication To the act of facing this; start evacuation Dope like the track I'm lacing, or ejaculation So run your sanitation cause you're good with trash If you're into gash, you would get bashed Understood we mash I'm rocking okie-dokey Let his boy just get no sleep We boys like Gumby, Pokey While you like Opie Sosie Matador is the soldie So bunch of hits, your prince They approach me with a trophy saying, "Holy moly!" I bark and live it up Power to split a truck You think I give a.. Bring it to me now I'm out to wreck your crib You think I'd let you live Because I met your kids? Bring it to me now b**h says I'm worse than how Able to hurt your child Don't think I'm versatile? Bring it to me now n***a, I put it on And I could get you gone You heard the hook and song? Bring it to me now D-stroy be bombing flows, even your mama knows Keeping you on your toes Knock em like dominoes Having n***as rocked in and ladies locked in You talk a lot when here's what you're popping [Verse 2] I call this my Beat Street flow cause my lyrics be shocking Aaaah! No, these two eggs rocking It's necessary, friend; bring beef to vegetarians My legendary trend will shut em up like a librarian Around your neck, my sound effects be winning The beginning of the inning, you should have slipped into a Slim Jim "Yo D, calm down" -- no, there'll be none of that Ready for combat, to flip emcees in verbal contact We dumbing out; we be about doing whatever -- you could hear him shout What's up when? What's up where? What's up how? Bring him to me now It's a confrontation nation Clash of titans when I'm writing Reciting hype, hype when it's on I'm Rowdy Pip-ing, alright then Sweetie, verbal graffiti, rhymes for the needy It's a treaty, never greedy Rock your sweetie to Tahiti Smack devils who's thorough on several levels For less you could settle It's the devil who rebel, bring bricks to creble Hey, I'm boarding thick without your life's quick With mics sick, I'm posed to strick quick Nightsticks and right kicks This Puerto Rican leave you short and bleeding Cause you thought of speaking On tour for weekends, til I'm known as the lord of freaking Explored the deep and ignored your season and floored the weekend horde You weaklings all critiquing how my flame throwers heating