Laze - sh**'s Tight lyrics

Inflation of the blunt rhymes calls for infiltration of the Front lines, eat a punk like pork rinds Roll trashy emcees up, puff and pull another toke out Stomp 'em out like the great american smoke out I vote against another weeded emcee Next one I see will be a bleeding emcee Intensified, I blow up the wack Fools, make a narcoleptic an insomniac "Mom he's fat, mom he's fat, let me buy his tape!" Ten years from now Showbiz'll dig in my crates 'Cause all the dope breaks i have in my room Japanese bamboo flute? [bamboo flute sample] Damn, didn't think I would have it Now every other DJ out there is gonna' grab it Or give me some records to sample, I don't need those Cool wit me though, my sh**'s tight like Speedos Pick up the pieces, puzzle pieces, check the new releases Ask what the stink is, it's me, I'm the sh** like feces I need these rhymes and metaphors 'Cause like Kool Keith said I'll make 'em better for The break beats I use to fuse with Kids 'cause they did, pop the f**ing lid Competition has expired like milk in your mama's fridge You ain't a soap opera, so stop all the drama, kid Jump out the box like a mug named Jack Named after what your rhymes are worth, you worthless mack I got stacks of new material The inferior will try to get to the interior Inside I keep the secret laboratory Like Mad Professor I guess the scrolls are on the second story Don't bore me with wack production I will call for destruction sh**'s tight like stuffing sh**'s tight like a virgin, you heard men screaming Possessed by the demon out of Jersey you heard me With the on-and-off drums, I come correct Like Alex Trebec catching wreck like a broke neck Double metaphors affecting how I'm mic checking One, two, as if I couldn't count Bounce like a fat check or a fat chick on a trampoline I trample fiends who deem it necessary to bury bones Of the skeletons in my closet I had the beat and lost it Frost it like a cake with the flavor of the month Tell me what you want... tell me what you want, don't front I'll bring you what you desire with no perspire-ation But I'll lose patience if you ask for G-Funk f** the P-funk, I'm coming with the elephant trunk Of rhymes for your a**, you better catch it hold your mitt tight sh**'s tight, sh**'s tight, the sh** is tight