Senators - C-Note lyrics

[Lish] Clean rap, return of the boom bap Wack MCs take the style, but yo, I'll bring it back Send these cats back to foldin' sweaters at the Gap They sweat in the fold in the cold but yo I know where it's at Cuz my rhyme's been designed like Christian Dior I swear they ain't make 'em like this anymore Cuz this we explore, the sh** we endure Gets us hittin' so vicious just like a fist in the door This business we've inflicted, rippin' like the sh** was scripted My style's so beyond you, I'm sorry that you missed it Lyrically gifted, my pinky ring, kiss it! You're phony, wearin' a mask like your name was Stanley Ipkiss Like a guillotine, step up and beat the scene Still can't see the G in me? We beat it up repeatedly I'm bringin' experience these kids ain't never seen Everybody knows the best MCs were born up in the Seventies Nevertheless, we kickin' it right Blowin' ya mind, up inside three dimensional rhymes Ever precise, stoppin' at the drop of a dime Ever so nice, sever the price, Barker said it was right Social dialect, Protect Ya Neck like Inspectah Deck When I'm wreckin' the set show my crew no disrespect Claimin' stages and sprayin' wrecks, you and your dudes be gettin' Vexed, like L.o.N.S. you wonder What's Next In this context it's my house and you're a lost guest It's nonsense to contest; this flow so complex Your offense needs progress, you ain't even top ten We all get you're fake like long dreads on a bald head That cops blends when you're not even a pot head No content? No comment! We off to stomp them Constantly bomb them, until they all dead Smevz, I ain't even gonna finish, I'm off like a prom dress [Hook] These jokes below, we hope they own a peacoat Cuz they won't see no C-notes once they see what we wrote What we wrote, what we wrote, what we wrote, what we wrote They won't see no C-notes [Smevz] I'm Harry Callaghan catchin' your Wackness in a looming Sting Y'all ain't Wild Things bringin' Heat, you're cheesy like when Newsies sing If your raps were a film, I'd be booin' it from my droopy seat Screamin' as I threw my drink and it splashed off the movie screen Battle me? My anatomy won't put you at ease You've got a pair that can't compare to what I keep in my jeans I hit the loose leaf like Bruce Lee, never writin' rhymes loosely Leave you bleedin' profusely, you'll be in trouble like LUUCYYYY I'm like a G when I shock it I rock it no problem with the dockets in my pocket A rocket in my dockers, why you gotta act awkward? I ain't Ben Stiller and you ain't gonna Meet the Fockers Think you're better, you're pretendin' like Drop Dead Fred And dead like Zed, like Tech said, we're goin' off with them heads With our style so fresh that every Inbred Jed ejected the Best of Def Leppard out his ca**ette deck and then went with our demo instead Too bad for the dearly departed, I'm emotionally retarded And get more upset about goin' out to the bar and gettin' carded So let's start this, cuz I ain't hungry, I'm starvin' Committin' arson every time I take part in spittin' jargon A mic without me barkin' is like a dyke without Doc Martens I'm gulpin' Captain Morgan and swingin' my sh** like Dolly Parton Ernie McCracken quotes and jokes like Gary Larson and Johnny Carson My flow'll blow your whole Face Off like I'm Vincent and you're Marvin I'm the antagonist smackin' your wack tactics On their back like a crack addict collapsed in a Craftmatic It's practically that drastic, attackin' like black magic Stackin' havoc and laughin' as I'm snappin' backs like Vlasics These antics are cla**ic, spannin' from manic to tantric Rapidly ma**acrin' ba*tards, stashin' a**es in the attic Bustin' raps so erratic, emphatically actin' dramatic Packin' semantic action 'til I'm gaspin' like an asthmatic, b**h