J Bush & J Woods - Queue The Tape lyrics

*clears throat* Intro & verse 1 [j bush] Yeah we back... We ain't playing I mean you know how it goes sometimes, though Sometimes you just gotta go hard on 'em Tell me what you call that k**ing with the raw rap; Taking all yall back, j-bush scheming; New sh** on wax Up in the trunk; off to the west side; California dreaming; each and Everyone should know what i'm on When- I, pen down these songs about reaching Out the box, not bout to stop They couldn't do this sh** without my squad The verdicts out; we riding til the end of it My god, i roll with good guys, with songs that's so fly And your girl say 'she feeling it' Tell her it gets better I got a world record; on some Guinness sh** Yeah, i mix the rhyme with the reason So fly, the sky is where the feet is; Reach, before i dive in the deep end; Gotta tell the world that it's good guy season Sample: Got to write the rhymes up N' queue the tape; WOOP We give 'em more of that franchize Anti-hater sh**; From the minor leagues to the major's with That raw boom-bap Bout to go cross seas with it Got to write the rhymes up And queue the tape; WOOP We keep it rockin Til the sun don't shine It's that crew from 8-6-5 , we too great Verse 2 [black atticus] Well it's that microphone vandal that be rolling with S.T.A.R.R The booth smell like Jack Daniel's, man i stay at them bars These new rappers sub-par, they be talking too hard right? Acting like they tumbled out the womb in a gun fight Numb from the waist down, pants be dumb tight They business in the street, cause they business ain't run right They should run it like, 'i don't wanna stay here' But success it's like headlights, i fear my deer ((when I)) Grab the mic, the crowd cheers ((cause I)) Been working on my craft for years Even my explicatives addictive to their ears A real lyricist it appears; quite surely Lord have mercy we southern like master percy With no - limitation, can feel -the vibration From clear - across the nation Impeccable stimulation A.T. cooking beats, in a J-Dilla apron Queue the Tape, man Sample: Got to write the rhymes up N' queue the tape; WOOP We give 'em more of that franchize Anti-hater sh**; From the minor leagues to the major's with That raw boom-bap Bout to go cross seas with it Got to write the rhymes up And queue the tape; WOOP We keep it rockin Til the sun don't shine It's that crew from 8-6-5 , we too great Verse 3 [j-bush] Ok Ok Ok I'm back It's the bully, treating rappers Like children on the track Stress the issue when it comes to making raps So persistent with the lyrics, and my vision gave me that; Rap daily i be on my job, queue the tape Make the Devil say 'Oh, my God' Praise Allah for the life I live; Who'd a thought I would cross this bridge? It's a trip, how excellence of checking the rhyme Got 'em to switch, from a shrimp To elephant size, so big Pay them haters no mind, they so pissed Cause move in a hell of a stride; don't limp [yeah] this is me man, now what you gone do? And get your ponchos on when i storm through I warn you with the mic i'm leading; Hey world it's good guy season Sample: Got to write the rhymes up N' queue the tape; WOOP We give 'em more of that franchize Anti-hater sh**; From the minor leagues to the major's with That raw boom-bap Bout to go cross seas with it Got to write the rhymes up And queue the tape; WOOP We keep it rockin Til the sun don't shine It's that crew from 8-6-5 , we too great