Pumpkinhead - That's That Bullsh** lyrics

[Intro: Pumpkinhead] Yeah. Word [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] I'm living in a sick city where chicks got six titties b**h n***as ice-grill me ‘til they get dizzy And worker bees never get busy. For really And if you see me with a girl on the run, she's Kizzy ‘Cause I'm Kunta. You see Kinte cloth, then I shoot ya I want freedom. f** a Lex—I'm not Luther Vandross. Smoothly cleaning my hand toast Roast intruders to my culture. Don't even stand close Troopers panicking. I Skywalk on beats like Anakin Ba**lines bang. Your brain begs for Anacin No gambling—it's a sure thing. C-Rayz and the mandarin We go together like success and business handling Don't call me “homeboy”—I live in the street I want the whole thing (What?), so don't say, “Peace/Piece” I'm universal like stargazing Jedi orphans Busting guns at phonebooths now—I'll be shot-calling Beats got me chasing the pen, facing the end [Bridge 1: C-Rayz Walz] As I begin, making the right plays to win (Win) While the force get perpetrated, the original rise to surface again and win [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) That's that bullsh** (We the tissues). This the game? (We officials) Time out. Blow the whistle, blow shows apart with you Studied the craft—now it's chiseled Shared the same stage, blazed the same page, blazed the same issue [Verse 2: Pumpkinhead] I'm on Cloud Nine—it's hard for you to reach me You on the ground floor—stepping up ain't that easy Me and C-Rayz Walz don't sign peace treaties It's war (War!). Put your metaphors aside If we don't smile at you, run inside and hide I get inside a beat, step back on a track And rewind your feet. I'm making you swallow your eyes Now my shine blinds your team. n***as done starved on streets Tearing apart the weak, we triumph and flow Like fire hydrants, New York Giants Two-pieced your jaw like Kobe Bryant Basically, through the science to this alliance We tyrants, underground Vikings Tight like shorts for biking. We like lighting Don't want to get hit? Rock a rubber snorkel I'll cut you off at the torso. Now you look like Orko We a two-course meal. You a morsel Strong, O.B.S., Lyricist Lounge Forever we immortal [Bridge 2: C-Rayz Walz] Holding it down, elevating our crown You seen us paying dues all around town [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] And that's that bullsh** (We the tissues). So this the game? (We officials) Time out. Blow the whistle, blow shows apart with you Studied the craft—now it's chiseled Shared the same stage, blazed the same page, blazed the same issue That's that bullsh** (We the tissues). So this the game? (We officials) Time out. Blow the whistle, blow shows apart with you Studied the craft—now it's chiseled Shared the same stage, blazed the same page, blazed the same issue