Laze - Take a Seat (2000 Remix) lyrics

Your sh** is pop like pop rocks with joke rhymes like knock knocks Who got props? The kid who's rising like hot stocks In a bear market, watch as I spark it like a Zippo Emcees is hungry like hippos but ignore when I flip those Lyrical flapjacks your mack raps are so droll So as I stroll down memory lane y'all was so-so Wack production with no original intent Results in a bullsh** release and the sales don't make a dent In the money that you're oweing so your mama's hoeing Try to pay the bills with no sk**s and no flowing Experience is vital but if you worshipping idols like money It's f**ing funny how a dummy like you raps like a mummy Your sh** is bummy, and your exterior ain't calm Stressing on your broke a** like broke gla** from a neutron bomb So as you taste defeat and make to meet your maker I'll break a beat so take a seat you motherf**ing faker Don't even start with me you can't dishearten me by showing me All the bullsh** records hitting hard from artists that's blowing the Dick of their collective disrespective record labels Telling fables of large money when their a** is getting set up to be shot POP POP to 2 that flocked and sold some units The brothers behind the triggers serving their rulers like some eunuchs So Mista Puffy No Nuts smiled when he saw those guts 'Cause artists make the most money when they're dead, and their family's f**ed Who's screaming conspiracy? Not me, but please see Who has got the most to benefit from a bullet in an emcee? Do ya feel me? Nothing can save you 'Cause this is the season of some ill a** behavior f** the set up by my producer if that happens it's suicide And no motherf**as left wondering how the f** I died My mouth is bitter from the nasty taste of defeat Put your money where your gun is, and keep that sh** up off the street Take a seat Let me give you a chair for your fat a** 'cause I need to explain something I've been in this for years through tears heartache and bluffing I never got shook by an emcee with a quicker styler than me they bore me I be the creative one of the bunch eating s**ers for lunch blah blah blah end of story So what's happened to the unfortunate few, the unfortunate crews that faced me I defaced statues of their mothers brothers and others closely related ('till they hated me) Then I embara** them in public with polysyllabic rhymes While their monochromatic topic choices get squashed in these highly developed lines Artists and partisans can't claim to be harder than the hardest bends and Twists and turns in these lyrical mazes diasporic behaviors by Laze it's Yet another corner of the style that Bone Thugs couldn't harmonize And others digging they way straight to Hell as they watch my Buddhist karma rise So what's the next plateau for me like Ultramag's first release Cure a disease? Oh brother please, been there done that and ate the feast My lyrics tick like sand in the hourgla** and I expand these beats 'Till they burst at the seams things ain't what they seem remember that when we meet Take a seat