Lee Scott - We Da Sh lyrics

[Verse 1: Lee Scott] Chewin' the fat with me mouth open, scopin' the room Like I'm shroomin' on crack, and eyeballin' you at the back I haven't heard you rap and I'm a**uming you're whack I don't even drop me brew to attack when I lose it and snap (Then!) Stop to nonchalantly lob Scooby a snack The confusion was pre-planned, I sit back calmy Powder me weak hand, then pimp slap Barbie And k** Ken, then I smash the pot and bill Ben Then write about it with a Dodo feather quill pen At the bottom of the Hill, jacking Jill's friend And I'm workin' on a new bible but until then I'm plannin' to beat Adam into a permanent sleep And to put Eve to work on the street As her ruler and saviour Force-feeding her the forbidden fruits of her labor So do me a favour, don't do me a favour Lee's the sh**, a one man gang givin' the leader lip There's no I in team but there's a me in it The Bad Meaning Good Samaritan Pickin' up your filthy habits and lookin' after ‘em Your whole crew gets smacked with one swing For sayin the wrong thing, like “It's tin foils, not bling” Jesus, Mary and Joseph doin' piley-ons I'm an innovator like The Gonz… Stood on one foot gettin' head Smokin' a blunt while I'm rewiring bombs [Verse 2: Possessed] One for the road, double the dose Develop telepathy to avoid the bugs in my phone Emotionless, no lump in my throat 'Less I'm coming through customs, smuggling bundles of coke You're uncomfortably close, smart a** Quit with your wisecracks, or become the bu*t of the joke Your soul up for paroll, suggests you hold your breath Or I'll steal it right from under you nose White Lotus Sect, came here to pose a threat Flown the nest with box cutter and explosive vest Lightsaber glowing red, chew off cobra heads Overstepped the mark, leave here with broken legs Hip hop's vigilante group, hangman's noose Slipknot, tamper-proof, motherf**er choke to d**h Awoken at the Crack of Doom Last known address, 4-1-2 Ocean Avenue Creature of the black lagoon, write bars With a pen and padded room, doing bank jobs in scramble suits I am absolute, your significance amounts To a phantom pregnancy in a barren womb You're wack, stay sat on the shelf, don't flatter yourself You haven't made a single track that I've felt Steadily getting it in while you're losing count Of imaginary notches on your chastity belt