Dag Nabbit - Cryin' Shame lyrics

[Verse 1: Metropolis] Yeah yeah I got a pen in my hand and an itch to write (write) Scratching out thoughts with a lib precise (precise) I walk the light path but dip into vice like a tightrope But rippin' the mic, I might cope While I'm living this life, a nice bloke with a villainous side I wear a smile but it's still a disguise A warm [?] and a blizzard arise Only smoke the most chro, high on cinnamon tight sticks I'm living a lie, huh, they call it a game Should I give in and die? My strong soul figured give it a try Now I'm dipping five fingers in pie Foreign Beggars in your pantry, Jack dip on the slide Yo Orifice, how many styles do we flip on these guys? It's like, pay attention, give them a [?] I hold a cuts like I ain't hearing them cry Pouring water like a tear from the sky, as they near their demise [Chorus x2: Orifice Vultagron] Yo bare MC's get played by the mind game It's a crying shame, rappers can't rhyme in a time frame Man it's quite strange, I ain't surprised that they fight change Cause they're the lying type - hiding they faces, disguise pain [Verse 2: Orifice Vultagron] Yo, I spit poison with the violence of war-cries Approach any cipher rhyme and tyrannous foresight The worst kind of enemy, mind sicker than p**n sites I force fights, I'm bored like a kid with a toy kite Your short-sighted plan of action reaps the benefits Of a minute's hard work but man I ain't really feeling that (because?) There's nothing worse than a brother that can't rap Who's chatting crap on a track that's actually made it to wax This sh**'s abominable (horrible) somebody ought to [?] This brother's volatile, my [?] rap style's unstoppable I've got a small case of rap rage Fact I feel stranger than a Japanese newborn with a black face And if rap pays I'm in, get the money blood These days stay grey so we play to win My face grins at the thought of success Yo it's a long and rocky road and I'ma climb it nonetheless [Chorus x2: Orifice Vultagron] Yo bare MC's get played by the mind game It's a crying shame, rappers can't rhyme in a time frame Man it's quite strange, I ain't surprised that they fight change Cause they're the lying type - hiding they faces, disguise pain {MC's... MC's...} {Tryna make some money for some mo' [?]} {Put them pipe dreams on the shelf} {It's ridiculous} {Doin' dope shows, tryna make some money for some mo' [?]} {No sk**, no rhythm, no style} [Verse 3: Dr. Syntax] Give this man a guest spot and guess what? My worst critic turns to the biggest fan I ever got Did my research like a man in [?] Now I'm back to wreck shop, swing a bat smash the shells up A jagged edge cut for your fleshy gut Givin' kids a trim, making sure they don't measure up Threatenin' the sir, revolver and the leather gloves See my sat chillin' on the sofa in the gents club Got an eye for the fine stuff, why not? Still inspired when my rivals are dried up You're ill advised whining lots when I drop Four million styles live enough To strike up a right fuss When the time comes I get psyched up Like I'm last place blind drunk I make bare MC's feel naked and unappreciated You're nothing next to me b**h face it [Chorus x2: Orifice Vultagron] Yo bare MC's get played by the mind game It's a crying shame, rappers can't rhyme in a time frame Man it's quite strange, I ain't surprised that they fight change Cause they're the lying type - hiding they faces, disguise pain {Put them pipe dreams on the shelf} {It's ridiculous...} {Doin' dope shows ... dope shows} {Tryna make some money for some mo' [?]} {It's ridiculous} {Well who's chasin' a false hope? ... MC's}