Turbo T. Double - GAS lyrics

[Verse 1 - Turbo T. Double] They said they couldnʼt wait till I drop this, Electro Rock disc itʼs audio hotness, yaʼll ought to go cop this But if not just donʼt knock this, unless you can top this they desperately test me feel like Iʼm Nessie the Lochness Since they think that they will Though they never will see me although they feel that theyʼre sk**ed Thatʼs why they say that they got this I know that they steal Itʼs thievery on their cd they stole the flow and the style, wow, they audio shoplift Stop this nonsense, since the nonsense scent reeks I believe I can be a Febreeze emcee when I speak, I spray them up, like Iʼm cleaning the ceiling I keep my head to the sky, and I donʼt look at them thatʼs why I cover my eyes with some shades see these guys stay shady they keep saying these lies which defies all the rules of honesty honestly, I see how obsolete honesty is on these beats the game has been drained, itʼs a shame lames claim they gun pop, theyʼre not t-r-u-e only time they Pops eating cereal Iʼve got this on lock, Iʼma drop them call me Huey oooh wee, who knew he, could be so cool even if heʼs off the top of the head, like a kufi either way pal my verse will be the truth so my style will stay away from this earth, like Pluto so to you Goofy groupies whose unhappy with the fact that Iʼm gonna keep on spitting like Daffy Donʼt be mad, be happy that these raps act as a du rag to these tracks when theyʼre nappy I press them down with an impressive sound neglecting tunes from loonies and desperate clowns who keep trying to touch the mic to get live on it they couldnʼt get a finger on it, Iʼve got 5 on it A hand grasp fam thatʼs how Iʼm scheming Sir Sir, Iʼm Good like a Burger from Kenan since Iʼm finally here like the weekend, I guess Iʼm gonna keep their heads ringing what up Doc I donʼt shoot the J, my word is the ball, your ears the hoop, listen as I bang it in. what up Doc this is a lyricist experiment and I am just a mad scientist like Octavian what up Doc I smack New Eras off of cats and if I feel like Phil, I give them advice yeah, if I donʼt feel like Phil, Iʼma still fill my sk** till you feel it in the air Iʼm rare like meat with blood in it T. Double Turbo Scramble team is the covenant & I ainʼt ever hustled on the block but I cop State Property like the government “GAS” by Turbo T. Double Dude, I met a chick who hated fast food I was like ʻoh word? thatʼs coolʼ (and then what) so then I took her to Mickey Dʼs, she ordered a double cheese and said T. Double, Iʼm loving it. Mayne, Bruce Wayne is probably loving this allow me to pitch my scheme (and then what) you see if one were to give me a beat, Iʼd then smack out the park like a Bat...Man Iʼm back on the track in the booth moving forward, I donʼt back track in the booth Iʼm back on the track, I lay you down with the sound, get it? no? well put your back on the track Iʼm finna run a train of thought on your brain...choo choo after that line hits you, itʼs the bars turn, then itʼs the verses turn then itʼs the records turn, as the record turns, the mixtape will tape it in the booth, Iʼm Super, get my mixtape and cape it these days these men behave like children so Iʼm chillin like Iʼm in PJʼs but Iʼm probably rocking shades and a fitted a tee that fits me, some jeans, and some sbʼs with it if I, get sick of this like Young Dro, Iʼma watch Lean on Me and switch the beat to Young Dro Joe Clark on the mic I bring discipline Haters get jealous when they see the different whips Iʼm in yesterday the Chevrolet was red like cinnamon they said I must be after my math like Eminem and them trust that Iʼm never in a rush to get fitted if it takes you a few, Iʼma need 60 minutes but, what I wear just all depends on where Iʼm at cause see I tend to wear them uptowns around my Aunt Jackie and I wear them dress shirts when I be with my mama smelling fresh out the tub like a young E. Honda so if I see a scrub out with his Lil Mama He gone know Iʼm whatʼs poppin so his girl heʼs gonna Tuck-er cause T. Double donʼt play and this should remind you of Chris since itʼs cold when you play it I donʼt dumb down like Cole since my goals to make you think till you link me to your favorites bookmark double. back in highschool, they used to call me book smart double but I ainʼt read books, I just came out with lines like fishermen and I ainʼt need hooks man, I donʼt even right....tell them what you do well, I just right jabs on the track me and the beat got in a fight....tell them what you did well, I just left jabs on the track with a gigaton punch, gigaton punch Iʼm ceram megaman, Iʼm a rap robot see I eat on these beats and I dine on these rhymes “GAS” by Turbo T. Double When I snack on these tracks call it megatron lunch Iʼll start, I mean, Iʼll conclude by saying that in the booth the mic is All Spark it transforms my mind to transform design of lines to make all my dullness all sharp and keep me slick like Al Sharptonʼs hairline I shine, and, yaʼll greasy, and, believe me Yaʼll are not stopping this, the kid is like Optimus, Iʼm still in my prime, Iʼm not talking about ribs or steak when Iʼm Outback grilling these kids with this tape cause, they donʼt understand, cause they donʼt realize that I am something like a guy Samus I blast them and leave them like burnt obsidian Yes sir like toast obsidian I do this from the am to the pm thatʼs ante mid day to post meridian