Fo Chief & Kontrast - Shinobi Rap lyrics

CHORUS x2 Greetings from the underground Meet ya maker, get it live See me in another town Teachin' takers, get in line Hear me when the thunder sounds Reachin' from the ceiling sky Here we die, clearly why We're only the realest fly (Kontrast) Y'all get flicked by the quick phlegm I'm slick with my Bic pen You slip into sh** that you can't split like sick twins A serious blunder See what we under Crunchin' thunder munchers with milk into "serial" numbers Uh....numb discussion Verbal bread crumb crushin' On the scene like Billie Jean purple suede plum plushin' Pushin' bu*tons on the track'll leave ya thumbs busted Comin' back like my dick crack s**ed my nut in You been wack, f** disgustin' You must've just been my plate for luncheon Ya fate is hunched in, the ridicule Right below the syllable Eye's (I's) splittin' pie's (pi's) When you know it's not divisible Ill reject, in my silhouette Where ya mirror's met Near regret, but that won't ever stray you where the fear reflects A clear reflex, you stay swayed with cheering jests I'm searing vets who "nay-say" like steers in vets (Fo Chief) Steeze coastin' a breeze hotter than hell'll get My jacket rackin' up miles, color of pelicans I dare to win, callin' it cultural influx Prepare to vent, been writin' to get my pen buff I've been delighted to go, toe to toe with the beast It's the excitement I glow, totin' this poetry You know it's me, I mean normally I don't do this but Introducing myself informally, but rude is what Just what I do, I do it well so go and Google wax I make maneuvers cold as Rugers, who be doin' that? Me sir Mean mug, when the beat jump Think of Chief, blowing holes through a tree trunk Gotta have it, the boom bap, acrobatic Trying to make this stack of cabbage attract like a magnet It seems like everything I touch I leave it burnin' hot f** what ya heard, I be murdering like dirty cops CHORUS x2 Greetings from the underground Meet ya maker, get it live See me in another town Teachin' takers, get in line Hear me when the thunder sounds Reachin' from the ceiling sky Here we die, clearly why We're only the realest fly (MC Big House) The Raw dog bites like Cujo Culo rapper's get clapped up in they intestines So these plates that I'm setting, yes it's menudo El Sucio BigHouse and the Dynamic Duo You knew though, this soups so hot, I got that new whoa That Tomb flow, is back atchya That's past your craft, yo a** don't match up To the staff or smash I manufacture, I'm the last dragon n***a "Who's the Master," the last of a dying breed I iron squeeze these cannonballs They jabbin' jaws, wit so much biting, they needin' Anbesol I'm the man to call when these rapper's is out of hand I will blam or brawl Cause I'm all about the clan Stand in between me and the top I rock knots and lock spots, Papa D's on the watch So stop acting like you're Bigger and badder, ya sh**'ll get shattered You're brittle and battered, I made a committal to matter... (Hello) CHORUS x2 Greetings from the underground Meet ya maker, get it live See me in another town Teachin' takers, get in line Hear me when the thunder sounds Reachin' from the ceiling sky Here we die, clearly why We're only the realest fly .....we're only the realest fly