Laze - Num Bawon (Remix) lyrics

Another Laze production with an even smoother sound It's 1994 and I'm taking breaking s**ers down To they lowest element, they claim it's irrelevant That they ain't true artists but they do it for the hell of it I'm the schizophrenic tenet in your house And when you pop that sh**, hurry scurry like a mouse s**ers getting busted in they teeth when they f** around I'll call you Bozo Lollipop 'cause you're a s**er, clown You're rhymes are just a drizzle and I be weatherwise Guys pissing on they mother like it was DEAD/ALIVE But step for a battle of snaps and I'll beat you Your mother's like Bologna but she'll still refuse to meet you Teaching like a professor but yet the intellectuals Say my rhyme's divine though it's still ineffectual Shove your arguments, get in line and take a number, son I'm the motherf**er that be number one Number one on your hit list but also on the playlist Of the radio stations that promised me they'd play this Five years in the game yet I still have to answer to New jack fans looking for sh** for dancing to They all disappointed when they hear me start to roll 'Cause I ain't sayin' "Whoot" or "Fiz-uck the hiz-oe" That ain't mi stylee and I be wondering Why the drizzle rhymers seem to be thundering On the charts but yet they started rhyming last month I'm at a midnight snack you just past lunch It ain't my fault I ain't speakin' on a blunt or gun Just to prove the fact that I'm number one All the fools was acting foolish like it was they job But year after year I make more hits than the mob Brothers want to battle on the mic they can shove it 'Cause this is my job and Goddamn it, I love it Producers hear my tracks and turn a shade of envy green 'Cause have you ever sampled from Stanley Turrentine? I doubt it you'll get routed 'cause the sh** that I flip Is like a stack of fecal pancakes here's my syrup let it drip Other lyricists are hearing this and pissing in they pants Scared of the small guy in the kick-your-a** stance Dance if you want to, but let me spin the vinyl I can work a crowd like college kids at finals You wanted a piece of me, see what your luck did? Grab yourself a Stairmaster and step up, kid When they hear me rhyming, brothers catching woodies: lumber's fun So chop a cherry tree and lie for number one