Latyrx - Say That lyrics

[Lateef] Lateef! [Lyrics Born] And Lyrics Born [Together] You can't see them! [Lateef] One way - a mircophone works Checkin' s**as on the usage of vocal tones While the breaks be bangin' Cold shakin' ya homes Vibrations reverberatin give identification In meter Neter like Metu Leavin' Holes in your speakers Scold a brotha like Lateef - oh, that's a no can do The Black and Puerto Rican lyric deacon speaking the truth I'll make ya giggle like a tickle or a nipple tweaker I freak a style from here to Mogadishu - here to Mozambique-a ]From here to Mount Zion I'm hard to reach when at my peak Of shinin' flowin' like a creek lava spicy like paprika That's neither here nor there Fully chargin' up the air - heavy sounds gettign thicker like the atmosphere? Ya gotta get up no it cuz we got watcha want - the Beats be fat like the factory wa*ka s**as keep bitin' like a gang of piranhas Ya betta come with it if your thinkin' is stronger The mindset couldn't be any wronger We roll deep swoll like the island of Tonga Don't even really need to rock the mic any longer So I stop! Pa** the mic like I pa** on the porkchops Chorus #1: And it don't quit I say that to say this You can't oppose this I say that to say this Cuz if the clothes fit I say that to say this You're a hostess I say that to say this [Lyrics Born] You're so sensitive All I said was simple sentences Premises was left as if the messages were venomous They are though Guess it's just my penmanshipt and how it moves Your torso s**as steer clear of me like feminists Do carshows There's a little punchline for those of you Who love rhymes with those in 'em Hear it one time then you're finished with 'em Give you that nasty, tangy feeling Check it out Free rhymes for griots in Fiats and Klingons And wee tots with crayons and Koreans In Reeboks in kiosks at flea marts and peons That be on some feline sh** Y'all like the FBI on some espionage Asking questions but my head's beyond that Be openly honest Y'all write ya'll own rhymes? Oh I doubt it I's dotted T's crossed Tell you what I make a song You take it home, you think about it Promise me with every opportunity you'll use the all illuminating eye Beyond the obvious buffoonery Defy the allegations and the rumory Be out the labyrinth the average imp's enamored with Chorus #2: And you don't stop I say that to say this Cause with a closed fist I say that to say this Youc an't oppose this I say that to say this You're just bullsh**