Eddie Ill & D.L. - Listening Pleasure lyrics

[Intro]: Breezy Brewin Check it out Check it out, bust it The obvious on the funkadelic Rayme Supreme, on the literature What's the deal? It's the stupid type raw type 'a style Adagio I be the Brewin, so what's the deal? For your listening pleasure [Verse 1]: Rayme Supreme Record mode, episode explode impact Instantaneous when I'm taming this wild format Rhyme entrepreneur, score the verbal flush My mental thrust is to complex to rush The mere mention, of 'preme causes distention Throughout your squad, terrified of the collision f** pizazz, don't even flash when I bust a** Lyrics built to last giving a wicked tounge lash To rap impersonators, I blow your spot and leave a crater Creator of data touching your brain matter 215 batter up, to cause havoc Worldwide, throughout this nation n***as get touched Try to front on us, like you never heard our sh** Obvious Joint, beside Ass & Benefits MC's is mostly comedy, thats coming at me I hold it down like a one ton anvil from acme Don't get me started I split n***as' domes like the red sea was parted Vocally you get slaughtered Most highly applauded rapper, the diss dapper rhyme crafter The Rayme Supreme Factor [Hook] For your listening pleasure It's my pleasure to rap When words connect I can smack a crew off deck Whether 12", compact disc or ca**ette When words connect I can smack a crew off deck And all the n***as kickin' bullsh** and ain't comin' correct For your listening pleasure, it's my pleasure to rap And all them n***as on the diddick who originally slept For your listening pleasure, it's my pleasure to rap [Verse 2] (Check it out) You want a piece of the pie But can't cut it in the game, thats the problem Most of these rappers they sound the same Talk about your ice dripping, but you gets no dap Rockin silk around your waist, scared your j**els'll get taxed Acting like you rich, got your advance, sport a new whip Driving like you the sh**, still striving to make a hit Don't know who you dealing with Legit rhymes to scorch you The all-eye seeing supreme being,hard rocks soften I do this often, expose your weakness on mics Explicit MC's nowadays need some dick in they life I write rhyme-mic-type material, for your stereo Drama begins, when I extend hand to pen The outcome is blazing, rhyme mayhem, to the AM I drop gems, and still continue, f**ing with y'all n***as mentals While you shootin' triangle and circle symbols Recycling hit singles Bust holes, and then he restring you, you just a puppet And you don't even know it yet, so f** it [Hook] [Outro]:Breezy Brewin (Rayme Supreme) It's definitely like that (f** that) Rayme Supreme (n***as be bullsh**tin on the microphone) Let them brothas know (Put some feelin' in ya rhymes) Definitely hit 'em in the head (Maybe get some airplay in my car when I'm rolling) (Or chillin' in my crib) The Obvious Wonder, never blunder Tell them crabs, definite crustaceans It's like that, NYC to Philly Brothas get crazy busy Word to motha,for ya, for ya listening pleasure Check it out....