Trends Of Culture - Off & On (Freestylin' Mix) lyrics

Intro: GrapeVine Hear ye, hear ye, the gang's all here Trends of Culture, Indego and Lord Finesse Hit em up with some ol' new stuff This sh** you damn sure better put on your tape, you know what I'm saying? So here we go, here we go now Uh, here we go, here we go now Uh, here we go, here we go now, uh Here we go, check it out Verse 1: GrapeVine s**a duck, what the f**, here I come, mouths shut My back gets large, and I'm on hut hut hut hut Sever a group, whatever I do, this vocalist blows this The Mad Speaker in the Knicks this The ?cade? was made for me to get paid Dreds bred in the head with just a shade of the fade Begin the origin of musical material Originality originates the original Poet, you know it, and those who speak of poetries Who know of me the crazy be they say that I get dizzy With the style that you've been seeking And the words are spoken into the speaker so you hear just what I'm speaking Next on the s** list To put the muzzle on a puzzle cause your booty's not Tetris The mic's warm, so who's next to go on Verse 2: Indego What? Me slay ya, again witht the regemin From Trends, in plain English, I'm here with my friends From Top 10, so baby dog, get ready to bend Sorry if I tend To get sorta, outta, order But I get open when I seek somebody's daughter Not doing what people taught her Right, me say me ready, hitting hard and heavy Sit upon da riddim man you know me stay steady Not enough time for all my lines Just had to make you know, Shakim is doing records And not doing crime Verse 3: Lord Finesse Check it out check it out You know how we gonna do it like this, check it out, bust it I get greater when my DJ slaps the fader I got sh** that's slicker than Activator Finesse is running this, you don't want none of this I'm putting wack motherf**ers on punishment Not the type to run a rhyme with the spring or summertime But n***as are gonna find they can't get none of mine So just max and shut ya trap You done said your rap, so break north and go ahead with that The man to thank, sharper than a shank So don't try to rank, you get spanked point blank MC's will get smashed in a flash I'm far from a lazy a**, that's why I'm clocking crazy cash The vigilante, my style's uncanny f** a Grammy, now girls hold on to your panties And check it, when it comes to s** I break records The game in a second, I send b**hes home naked Gossip their head, me get played, that sh** is dead Man listen, I cut b**hes off like Con Ed So just chill, don't be offended If you're hype and act right, the sh**'ll be splendid But if you can't compute, you wanna act all souped and be cute Then b**h you get the boot It's the mack of the year, so clap and cheer Cause it's clear that I'm here to end motherf**ers careers, yeah This is a world premier Now who's the first volunteer so I can bust ya a** and send ya outta here Lay down the laws for sure, I got the shoes to look for Kicking more info than a bookstore Lethal, gotta say peace to my people s**ers I'll beat you straight up, I won't cheat you Rap and riff tracks, kick swift and slick raps Get so funky make n***as go "Who is that?" It's like that and you don't quit Verse 4: Nastee Mr. Nastee, I'm Mr. Nastee, check it out y'all I'm Mr. Nastee, I check it out y'all n***a what, you chump-a** MC's can't f** with The Boogieman, brother Nastee, while M.O.L. is on the cut Styles are the way of the Trenda Sk**s keep the brothers open as a blender Bone new rhyme FLAIR, stare if you a swinger But beware cause I pack a nine millimeter And I got an itchy rhyme finger Brothers can't maintain So I flip, spit on the ground, and occaisionally grab my dick To emphasize that I get down, follow the flow Of te rugged bro, hoes is what I'm into Off & On styles with the flavor shall I continue? Letting bird lays cause my fortes The freak when I speak but don't sweat the technique n***a Nas is rather nice, don't you think? If you blink you might miss this, so n***a don't wink So don't move, let the crotch ripper hip ya to the trend Style, cause I can flow a wild child peep the flavor Nastee, wreck em, Nastee, check em Nastee, did everything but deck em But don't worry cause that's coming Nestle Crunch, take the mic *fades out*