Jeff Spec - The Mustard Station lyrics

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Jeff Spec - The Mustard Station lyrics

[Verse One: Jeff Spec] The kid stay sharp like a new pencil Writin' utensil Been across the land Ripped the mic in two [??] Your boys just out of sight like your two temples I ain't trippin', stay flippin' Tae Kwon Do, Kenpō Flyin' Rolindo Might do it big but I got higher potential Time to grow ten fold Famous or peripheral Rhyme is so central Pedal to the metal, bro Iron roll the dentral [??] And I don't know what that means Or why a nickel-dime rapper wanna buck at me We used to say "that's truck" I gotta say that's cheap When I'm done, bet your hun hit the playback, G [Verse Two: Timbuktu] Come on, what's not normal about this? No politics, we don't swallow that horse-piss We tacticians on tour, b**h Please pa** the cordless Or get the camcorder, record this Regardless We bomb [kitchen] and poems in missionary zones Hear me on [Terrio] Zone, so get your merry on Barry like Bonds, or bury the bone with home runs Sending you home, but where would you go? Territorial [carney?] Impact the Barkleys Give back the love And please pa** the car keys You bark, leave in the dark [?] And drink Bacardi So party on, Wayne and Garth Dana Carvey [Verse Three: Moka Only] Yeah, magic agitator Spit magic rap and be the salivator Eat a salad later Still I'm greater I have a habit like a magic rabbit full of habit Put in a matter of minutes Now that's lucky Effortless, wet without a limit, that's ducky Running through the limit of the small-pond guppies Can't swim with the big fish These cats been around the block With the blockheads Block but can't win I'm Doctor Do-Much Pop-pop, when I profligate Poppa Large: big shot of the West Coast Unbless those whose tongue let go the poison Kool G Rap, B.B.D., my employment [Verse Four: Muneshine] Thick as mola**es Thick a** and gla**es This that and the third, this track is acid Trip after that sh** and pause for the reflux Jesus, get off the boat, glorious C-bus, on the sea, I bust See the Gs is us, and that's reason enough For he and she to be reachin' 'em up And keep-keepin' 'em You can hear the speakers bump Cause I be on some right when the mood hits Mune hits, you is on the corner I stay on point like a pool stick Lace the joint with some cool sh** Rally the troops to tally the staff And scoop chicks [Verse Five: Ghettosocks] My squad stays openin' doors like custodians And get the big picture, hittin' Cineplex Odeons So keep clutchin' sh** and they coats And just coatin' 'em Restrooms at restaurants and Rust-oleum Out for the loot and fame Hoochie dames want to scoop with the troop like he's Pootie Tang, yeah And even big cats get they coochie tamed Like a lion made of Prada with a Gucci Mane Bubble letters stay floating like a bumblebee Bubble bu*ts bouncing to the beat like it's bubble tea Mylone rippin', Krylons rippin' And Hannah Montana can't get in your van And then we're going fishin'