Loop Troop - Musical Stampede lyrics

"Chorus Whatever I say over the beat it's a hit cus it's hot./ However I sound better believe that it's hip to the hop./ However you feel all my peops just lick off a shot./ Whatever you do Embee make sure the sh** don't stop It's murder on the dance floor. Call the paramedics!/ Right now, or you won't live to regret it./ Outline the whole crowd in chalk when I spit talk./ Slidin' through all the blood like a crip walk./ Yeah, a lame a** metaphor,/ But say it better or shut the f** up,/ Cus like my man said: It's all about who kicks the lamest sh**,/ And gets away with it. Fool./ In this rap I'm all about havin' some fun with it,/ And burn till there's no return like capital punishment./ Promoe - on your fm dial,/ With Looptroop - mother effin' styles./ From Sweden. Bleedin' all over the cut./ Female emcees I spread semen all over your bu*t,/ Male emcees I knock out screamin' over you: What?/ You must be dreamin' thinkin' you can f**/ With the Promoe - ahead of all heads,/ The Promoe - a dread among bald heads./ With more hair and beard than you bargained for./ Don't f around cus my squad is raw./ It's Looptroop - the click is full proof./ Looptroop - too thick to shoot through./ Bullets bouncin' off the boulevard to the beat./ With my heart to the street man I'm hard to defeat./ Without Embee you ain't f**in' with me./ Without 10 G's you ain't f**in' with him./ Without him - no hits - you ain't makin' a f**in' cent,/ So f**in' with us don't make no motherf**in' sense motherf**er! Chorus This goes out to all of those who been oppressed for too long/ And don't know where they belong./ This goes out to all my people who had enough/ Of the chains and handcuffs./ (x2) Alright we're smaller than you but we're more than you,/ So we move faster, eat you whole before you shoot yo./ No time to gaze, bun them evil acts they do./ They know my face so run before they catch you too./ You don't want that, trust me, I've been to hell and back/ But if you get caught remember to tell them that/ This music don't back for nobody, retreat for nothin'/ Cus it's the pulse of all the people strugglin'/ The lifeline for the hopeless, the eyes of the blind,/ The underworld communication of our time/ So rise and shine, they can't eliminate the messages./ Even if they k** us can't get us cus Chorus Embee did it again! - Haters no like/ But they gotta bounce to it cus the show's so tight/ Turn up the volume 'til the beat make the vinyl skip!/ No funny binniz, I repeat, we ain't signing sh**!/ Schlooks stay young and angry, horny, hungry, drunk and high/ S** junkies now.. / But I, don't want no medecine, want you to let me in/ Mamita call him, tell him that you found a better friend!/ Your moms recommend, - You stay away from them!/ But I don't blame you for kickin it with the champion./ From the dragons den - Waxkabinetten!/ Spit fire at your management and tying up your president./ I represent dvsg'z, cop any previous release,/ And recognize game, we feeding the streets/ That musical stampede, follow my lead,/ Put your fist up in the air, and let em know who we be! Chorus "