Mr. Complex - Eye Opener (Dirty) lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Complex] It's f**ed up. Yeah. Uh huh. Yeah [Verse 1: Mr. Complex] Yo, I put words together like fixed marriages They learn to love. I would never choose for myself like asparagus Or pink shirts. The stink lurks. Shake the pen, the ink works Distinct works throughout the studio You came to spit and your flow was like an open-duty ho It's bugged. You thugs, you wear bu*t plugs You should go swear and hug lug nuts. I don't rhyme about Rims or ice or gyms or gators. I'm much more Like one dinner plate but two kind of potaters Yo, I used to be nice but now I'm cold and frigid You worthless, defeating the purpose, you tall midget You backseat driver, [you stopped off bullsit?] You present past tense. Here, the future's f**ed up, I'm convinced [Verse 2: E-Dot] Yo, run for your, run for your, run for your life ‘cause I'm after it I dispose of foes, spit a slang that's accurate I'ma hit you hoes—forceful bang crash your whip Resourceful, man, paranoid, clapping sh** Tell your girl, “Shut the f** up,” or slap the b**h n***as stay stuck up the buzz of hash and clips Where a ten dollar bill copped an acid trip I speak the truth like twenty-one bids and a half a fifth I wear many hats: one is emcee, two is activist Three is any trade—it's true I'm the jack of it And I ain't rapping if I don't have flavor I'm dope like Quran but I'ma tell you ‘bout it later I'm a TingTryer, bring fire for the haters I am the hip hop where p**y is the players And I'll stay playing, stay spraying ‘Plex with the a**ist and E-Dot is overlaying I'm saying [Interlude: Sample from [?]] I mean, my aim and my goal is to make good music. (Why?). My first outlet was this circus, [?] underground or whatever that sh** is right here. (When you feeling good), I don't, I don't think that I deal with makes music on some underground sh**, you know what I mean? [Verse 3: Loer Velocity] You could say I'm sort of water, fluid, running through it You could say I'm way unconventional and truant The principle and main factor: the rhythm dips and Feels like it's on a La-Z-Boy relaxing You could say the master of ceremony Conduct and orchestrate, gain and add your money Testimony, you can say, a hush factor But I don't mean to lecture, homie You know me. The blindside and fisticuff Got you unaware Velocity's shifting up Ripping up the year, box hot, metal grinding The force of love and the loss of it colliding The rise in high tides, eyes wide open You can say intense frequencies groping Unfortunate turnout and you're hoping. All while I stay Calm and cool, you could say Yeah [Verse 4: Donnan Links] That it's a textbook finish from the intro I got the eye opener like Vitali Klitschko This psychotherapeutic music when going through it One might grow hair and lose it. See, I don't care When the resolution's 24-bit Immortalizing the sound of kicks, spitters when recorded Parting with this will be such sweet sorrow I holler at the wheat bread and wonder. You only heard in mono The shorty was a hollow and he boldly learned to follow I'll put everything on it like when I'm served gyros And break dudes in audio ‘cause many things are dated If anything, it sound fresh like the day I made it And overshadowed those throwing broken arrows I'd rather delete a being, k** your host of collabos And break it up like four-year olds took toys to wreck This keeps your finger on the search bu*ton pointing left