KWEEN - Give It to You lyrics

[Chorus - Gift of Gab and KWEEN] Rhyme for rhyme and line for line The lyrics from the mind that's prime, arrive on time And rip into you fine as wine, sublime the kind Of spitters who would shine divine With rhymes and life, is what you make it Rhyme for rhyme and line for line The lyrics from the mind that's prime, arrive on time They rip into ya night to night, recite the type, of written Come inside the light, tonight's the night, we give it to ya [Verse 1: Gift of Gab] Comin' back to stay, when I rap this way Blowin' minds wit' these lyrics out my fact-oray That are practic-ally, on some maste-ray Show you all how a funky record has to be Not to toot my horn, I'm from Californ It's the +cheese+, not the kind that's grown from cows in barns But the kind that meets your needs in like a thousand forms As we dance to this ever flowin' masquerade Homey, pa** the J, homies pa** away Over pride when another n***a blast a K Evil thought hearts chilly, Dickie Dastard-lay All his people mourned deeply as the pastor prayed Come though from out of town, you wouldn't last a day All they know is long money and a**a**ination Get it now, not tomorrow, don't procrastinate This is my grind, verbal slangin', I'm a master fate In a drastic way, this is cla** so pay Close attention, write all night 'til I gasp and faint Get my people out this struggle of that Section 8 If you want it, hey we got it, you don't have to wait because... [Chorus] [Verse 2: Kween] Golden voice wit' style, spirit poised for power Definition of a goddess, I'm a poster child As I boast about, here's a dose fo' trail Evil spirits don't concern me, tell the ghost be out! Shine my light to dim, all the spite within Competition, cause at times, I know we frighten them All we really wanna do is give some sight to them All my people, New York City to the coast of Cal I'm the toast of towns, I'm the cat's meow Movin' faster than your mind, come and catch me now n***as see me on the stage and wanna ask me out I'm the true original never a hand-me-down When I flash no doubt, know that a** is out Nefertiti, Mama Zulu, try and pa** the Nile Take your breath away it's like you're catchin' asthma now In this verbal marathon, you couldn't last a mile because... [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lyrics Born] Lyrics Born to rap, I put it all on that Twelve years deep, my foot ain't comin' off the gas We walk the chosen path, close the culture gap O.G. like the Figure-Four the Boston Crab All across the map, beyond the almanac You see me backstage posted lookin' so relaxed Lady wit' me, open toe, lil' shoulder bag Hat tipped just a bit, ooh she cold like that Where my ballers at? If you can call it that Potna' both you and me know that sh** is boulderdash We see right through yo phony a** like youse a holograph We so real, when they see us, it's like they pause and gasp Cat's lookin' like they see a flyin' saucer pa** Cross they arms, turn they heads like they was Ultraman We gotcha whole clique surrounded in a cul-de-sac So baby get ta jump-ropin' over a broken gla** because... [Chorus]