ProFound Beatz - Khimera Records Ain't Nothin' to F With lyrics

[Erik Barnum] Khimera records ain't nothing to f** with (3x) Just listen....to the sound I think I hear the heart beat.... Its bout to pound We wreck it every second when we drop in on the record this sh** right here.... (Monty C Benjamin) HIP HOP RESURRECTION [Verse 1: Erik Barnum] I do it for the dream of the samurai raps Thats choppin up my cream with my city on my back Million dollar team that can't even count a rack We too busy putting Cincinnati on the map #YOUNGCINCINNATI I said motherf** a grammy I want underground gold records since my momma had me Thats bringing it back, to why do I rap To why do I gut up and cut up a track With samurai blades I got to attack For real hip hop jack Since I got it I got it I'm feeling pilot With motherf**ing bounce like I've been humping hydraulics Thats got me so high off the sh** that I'm blazin My melon split in half, half man (half amazing) Half of me is sane, other half (still ragin) Future so bright that I gotta bring my shades in Got this hight from the Wings where my J's been Khimera is a beast that can never be caged in (Motherf**er bring the ruckus) Everytime I finger f** it You would think I own cows way them chicken heads be cluckin They try and stop the shine, too funny, yall Frasiers I could k** a Dragon with toothpicks and razors I been running round like Hip Hop: The Savior 222 been the illest rhyme sayer [Verse 2: Monty C. Benjamin] And I been k**ing it Since MJ 96' Assisted by toni Kukoc Good lord with the new flow Dipped off with a new ho Doing it like its no tomorrow Gaming entertaining her s** pistols like Laura croft Got a drive like a stolen car Cuz the rhyming bizarre like the renegade eminem [Erik Barnum] SLOW DOWN SON YA KILLING EM [Monty C. Benjamin] Ok then From locally known to on every station Hats off Kung Lao That boy shocked young raiden I promise I ain't playing You really think you an artist I'm erasing All of y'all Draw the line when you hating [ProFound] COME ON BRO WHAT YOU SAYING [Monty C. Benjamin] The industry f**ed It's really because I did for the love And not the bucks And made a buzz huh! Giving that real hip hop To ya trunk huh f** yo crew we rush threw like drug bust Blow ya mind like C-4 on a new era Snap back fit before adjusting the sh** In public and sh**- No debating they loving it this The type of dope so damn tempting David Ruffin would sniff [Verse 3: ProFound] Okay Check my flava, knife edge razor Sharper than Vega or a Black Belt kata Wow, mad versatile (ow) No more tiger, only Khimera - (Style) Owww, comin' for ya head b**h Miles away, bullets flyin' from the end of red tips Flip minds like you - (In Saw movies doe) Flip minds like you - (In our studio) Word, yo Erik pa** the herb I don't really smoke, though my mind's absurd Ya heard, real rappers like this never Like flap jacks n***a when I flip this (CLEVER!) k**in' emcees like Cain did Abel Turntables to turn tables? You n***as ain't able Put every rapper nuts first in a body bag After I bang them sh**s, on the dresser with a spike bat! (BLAT BLAT!) pin ya girl to the (MAT MAT!) And she ain't even mad Cuz we rough, tough like elephant tusk And you to ladies like elephant musk, whoa That must s**, for you and ya peanuts Cuz "No one's ready to deal with us"- BEATNUTS!