Natural Resource - Can It (Acapella) lyrics

[Intro: Ocean (of Natural Resource) and Pumpkinhead] Pumpkinhead: Haha. Yeah, yeah. Natural Resource, Pumpkinhead. Heh Ocean: Yo, this is caca Pumpkinhead: sh**ty Ocean: Man, f** this sh** Pumpkinhead: sh**ty. Hahaha Ocean: Yo, PH Pumpkinhead: What's up? Ocean: I don't understand these cats sometimes, man Pumpkinhead: Me neither Ocean: I don't know what to do with them. I could sh** on ‘em Pumpkinhead: sh** on ‘em [Verse 1: Ocean (of Natural Resource)] Yo, this is caca. Man, f** this sh** I'm surrounded with a species made from feces Their tracks sound like a**, their raps sound like a** They need to get blast ‘cause they make me pa** gas Flatulate on ‘em, straight defecate on ‘em sh** on ‘em, drop and cop a squat on ‘em Don't warn ‘em. No alarm ‘Cause after their written freestyles is done, it's on That Natural Resource ship's about to lift off I sh** on emcees and leave them pissed off I get off like s**ming Sitting on the toilet bowl, writing and squirming You gave me diarrhea—now my a** is burning Why you up in my business like you got a permit? ‘Cause, on the real, I can grab some toilet paper and wipe my a** ‘Cause the way that I'm making you sweat I could use that same tissue and wipe off your brow ‘Cause, nowadays, nukkas stay up in my sh** Every place I go, they're up in my whip If they're not not up in my whip, then they're up in my lip They might as well be cupping my dick But that's the price that you got to play when DJs are loving your sh** I feel like rubbing some clit. OK, that is not needed So let's get back to these sh** stains of which I just secreted Pardon me, y'all. I'm weeded But if they're hotter than us, then them motherf**ers cheated If you want the real-to-real, then you best to listen, pops We got these other rap cats out here, sh**ting rocks If it's not ill like the chickenpox, then it's not (Not) The hot sh** we drop in the litterbox Still, we're not (Not) gonna let you in Because your dumb a** didn't knock. You didn't knock [Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2) If it's hot, it's hot. If it's not Can it, goddamn it. Makin' Records all across the planet If you can't understand it We pack shows like ma** transit and “Control” like Janet [Verse 2: Pumpkinhead] Pumpkinhead, the illest cat on the rap scene What you don't know: I hold flows like canteens Scaring the sh** out of emcees like a bad dream Me, Ocean, What? What? on this track tag-team It's a sad thing that your rap is dull and mine has mad swing And I'm laughing at what your a** bring Put your a** in a sling. Makin' Records Making moves like Fred Berry—What's Happening!! It's rap shattering, bruising, battering. Ain't no battling Too challenging. I got you up a river with no paddling If you got a headache, take some aspirin And if the bed break, it's ‘cause your girl was straddling my manly thing I'm like a linebacker, tackling rappers babbling O.B.S. up in your rest like wall-to-wall paneling Beats, ba**, 808s, kicks, snares crackling Over the tambourine. I'm orange like a tangerine So, to me, your jibber jabbering is obsolete When I start my dibbling, dabbling I'll have your whole crew panicking, bouncing like a trampoline Screaming, “Damn, this man is mean” Quick to burn you like gasoline or kerosene, bruh My rhymes damaging, bruh Break legs like eggs before scrambling, bruh And what you handling, bruh, is straight rambling, bruh Yo, you wack (Wack). Straight up. Like that [Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x2) If it's hot, it's hot. If it's not Can it, goddamn it. Makin' Records all across the planet If you can't understand it We pack shows like ma** transit and “Control” like Janet [Verse 3: What? What? (aka Jean Grae) (of Natural Resource)] I watch the skyline, hang in the frame and walk streets And stalk beats to maintain my main aim: To wet your whole block—got these n***as calling for rain It's summertime, y'all. We call for something to tame The savage beast in us the beginnings of all things From life to hip hop, we drop the science of kings (And the queens) Brothers be calling my sh** “The Head Knocker” I'll rock to get your clique open down in Osaka The top-notch hopscotch over competitors You ready for metaphors that are better than yours? Then think twice. What? double-edged verbal knife slice I'm raw, the vice grip ‘round a mic and a cord To slip never. Too clever with the word in a phrase A pen and a page and bound to leave the crowd in a daze The Last Dragon Enter the stage and blaze sh** up Fade to black but always leave the microphone lit up Assa**in, professional action, word-blasting No capes and mask but wax and a pa**ion Smashing emcees, sledge-hammering weak sh** I freaks it on some incredible sweet sh** Unique sh**, dripping lines, spitting, track-ripping Written to stay hitting y'all, verbal shot-licking Stay in the hot kitchen, whipping y'all to submission Position tight, What? coming like a thief in the night [Hook: Pumpkinhead] (x3) If it's hot, it's hot. If it's not Can it, goddamn it. Makin' Records all across the planet If you can't understand it We pack shows like ma** transit and “Control” like Janet [Outro: DJ Aggie and Pumpkinhead] Pumpkinhead: Hahaha, yeah. Natural Resource, Pumpkinhead collabo. Haha. Rock steady, Japan. Rock steady, Japan. It's like that. Hah. Yeah, yeah. O.T. in the place to be. Hah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah. We're gonna take you out like this DJ Aggie: Yo, this is DJ Aggie of Natural Resource and I'm chilling with DJ Yujiro. Club Harlem in Tokyo. That's how it go. Ha. Makin' Records. Ha. Makin' Records. Ha. Makin' Records. Ha. Makin' Records. Ha