Punchline - We Got It lyrics

There's a first time for everything...Words [Wordsworth] My mind has so many subjects I could aid a king Lynch all you rappers just to get the hang of things The truth, no special effets Its hard for you to go against me head to head like h*mos**ual s** No rescue attempts, aight, chill (aight?) For bragging rights black and white Farenheits that'd melt Your ice grill, done deally You hit the pad once a month like periods I'm the flesh that connects at currency's pyramids, experiment Optional executions Y'all n***as mentions Words, but won't do nothin like revolutions Every man is created equal, besides me Specifications on my I.D., I multiply by three Confrontations will help you collect your compensation check My stats so high it has an observation deck Autobiographic, let ya have it My brains packed with so many (w)raps it contracts fire hazards Tracks-mastered, there's an additional mix I'mma step up cause I write while y'all listen to this Accordingly, a chance formally for you to ?reformaly? Operate, your a orderly, you sound an*l orberly Only get rotation when promotin at the station You ain't overrated, you only got signed cause your related Chorus: All [M.F] Want chicks that give head? [All] Just ask us [M.F] Want p**y instead? [All] Just ask us [M.F] Hot raps and hot tracks? [All] Just ask us [M.F] Anything from flows to hoes [All] We got it *repeat* [Matt Fingas] Too many girls in this world got their morals confused Like electric (???) got the chorus confused I'm gettin bomb threats from concepts, according to who? You know the Matt Fingas haters I suppose is a few I'm Caught Up, like the movie gettin all torn up In a rap race, rat race, all for what? Never drivin if you punks, you can call a bus Can't hang with us, double till you ball like us We all in, get my people or repeat it again Till we all sign the dotted line with the rottenous rhymes Live in time, major labels better watch their behinds And greedy girls always want ice monotonous dimes "That's a b**h move" Something that Canibus wouldn't approve Start lookin to the most high, spiritually loose Take my battle ax to battle cats, split em in two And if were not going gold I'mma blame it on you Chorus [Punchline] On point and ready, two sips of Henny Had your gril doin Striptease like Demi The way she fake an orgasm she should get an Emmy Said to many (what?), "Lapdance for a penny" For those that envy, squeeze till I'm empty When I come through, talk under your breath like Benny Cash by the bundle, a** on the humble Slow with no trouble, you cuff the mic and mumble On the corners I hustle, careers crumble For money I fiend, turn my Eyes-Green like E Double I drink octane and spit hot flames And wish your moms would've swallowed you when your pops came I got game for all rappers I get up in that a** like Gooden's cancer Words and Punchline we ahead of the game Love girls who give brain plus the cash and fame Chorus