Misfit - Pow lyrics

[Hook]: I got a dutch rolled, a real fat one Pow, I lay my game down real flat son I've got a lot of hands pullin' me directions To little time to use all of my connections I got a lot of friends I'm tryin' to live in my pace My Face is not a Book, please get out of Myspace Dear potable culture, there is no bigger picture They follow Moses on water, they'll follow Myth on Twitter Yeah [Verse One]: It's the Myth Man, ultimate hustler Free tape every few months all for the customers Grocery told me there's teachers and students I'll tell you the rest of what he said but that just wouldn't be prudent Werfmor over everything, n***a no play Work more, work more, work, no snow day So now I never sleep and never take a day off Hopin' that it pay off, see y'all in the playoffs Yeah, job security in the midst of all the layoffs Boss off of my back and I'm hopin' that he stay off Sorry I forgot that I'm unemployed I mean I'm self employed I mean I'm fun employed Yeah, I I do what I love with so much soul Clutch got a gla** of apple juice plus a dutch rolled Check my last run, check my stat son My rookie card say enough, big fat bum You know I got a.. [Hook]: I got a dutch rolled, a real fat one Pow, I lay my game down real flat son I've got a lot of hands pullin' me directions To little time to use all of my connections I got a lot of friends I'm tryin' to live in my pace My Face is not a Book, please get out of Myspace Dear potable culture, there is no bigger picture They follow Moses on water, they'll follow Myth on Twitter Yeah [Verse Two]: Twiddle Dee, Twiddle Dumb Thread the needle son I hit you with some lighthearted rhymes if you're in need of some I guess it's not the time Show me where you bleedin' from Style is multilingual you can't understand or see the tongue Push keys on organs and breathe with lungs Drink liquors till my liver's a pool like where The Beatles from Liverpool fool, you know I keeps it old school They say he looks so cool layin' back on his toadstool Control freak don't let me hear a squeak from your old sneaks I roll deep, my crew is watchin' y'all the whole week Time to go eat Come meet me once for lunch Take a bunch it packs a punch With an aftertaste like Crunch-N-Munch Brain splatter, the same rappers and lame actor Chain snatchin' is jerked on instead of off and came backwards Or did they leave? Am I comin' or goin'? When it's sunny I'm glowin' but still have fun when it's snowin' And you know I got a [Hook]: I've got a dutch rolled, a real fat one Pow, I lay my game down real flat son I've got a lot of hands pullin' me directions To little time to use all of my connections I got a lot of friends I'm tryin' to live in my pace My Face is not a Book, please get out of Myspace Dear portable culture, there is no bigger picture They follow Moses on water, they'll follow Myth on Twitter Yeah