ThiefofBaghdad - Slack-Jaw lyrics
Ya' goddamn slack-jaw Pick ya' a** up off the asphalt How many times I gotta pa** y'all? Hats off to who? You know it's me- The bro wit the poetry, Leave a chode MC- Lying on the floor, he crying, "woe is me" I'm throwin' these- Totally proficient with flow and ease Go and see- noticed you thinkin'- You got the potency to roll with me Homie, you know you will get broke and beat I'm dope indeed I grab the microphone, you grab your rosary beads Who came to see me speak? The soul in the boiler room, mold to the beat Had the flow since a fetus- I'm dope, please believe it Zoomed out the womb, boom box and adidas tryina break My mama called me Nate I walked out of the hospital and bought a can of paint Ever since that day, nothing has been the same Became the maniac upon the mic that you cannot contain Mentally, I'm better than everyone Never met anyone tellin' me different I mean it, I beat it up, eat it up, we get up- Even the beat isn't ready for me When I begin to speak in the mic And I'm freakin' it right away Never be havin' to breath I'm competin' to be the one Biddin' a bitter goodbye To an idiot thinkin' he king It ain't really a thing when I'm bringin' it out- But the people, they love it- that; I'm all about And if I could defeat every bit of the weak in a weekend I'd do it and then I'd be out With a negative agony down in my belly I'd be disemboweling all of my enemies Draggin' 'em back to the pad in a bag I'm attackin the whack and I'm leavin' 'em empty Tempt me I'm a nice guy, but who knows, I might snap When I kick flows, these thick hoes get sewn to my sack I write that with an intention to bend it and lean it If I say it enough, it'll become true, do you know what I mean? It's like I walk through valley and I'm askin' for s** I finally got to Leb and then I'm askin', "what's next?" I bust heads, but in a nice way- I might stay and rest Or maybe I'll head back to Windsor, so I can play with my friends Sup Teece, sup Ethan Hey Nate, wa**up Drew Hey nick, what's up nick Futawn; f** you I'm just playin baby ♥︎ I cannot be taken serious But if you want a lyricist, look no further here he is Steerin' his vehicle into the ditch- pitiful Miserable little idiot fillin' the rhythm full- Of everything he got, will he give it up? No sir Everybody wanna see him swimmin' with a toaster Overhead, I fly like a missile Soar like an eagle, I'm so official This'll maybe hurt a bit, might even tickle Either way it doesn't have to be made into a big issue If you wanna get down to the beat I'm the clown for the job You have found what you need I compound with the sound I confound and defeat From the nose to the toes From the ground to the beak x2 If ya' just got paid Or ya' just got laid And you're havin' a good day, say hooooo "Hoooo" All the people in the place Who are feelin' out of place Who don't really wanna play say noooo "Noooo"