Rob Sonic - Not For Nothing lyrics

(Super Duty Tough [Weight]) [Verse 1: Rob Sonic] Keep it one hundred, like a fever or a beeper code This for every hipster, lip your zipper and your "Beat It" coat Jesus [Jones] right here, mice ears, pet rocks Supercatafragalista secret words for red hot Feds watch unmarked cars that look like mommy drove Karate Kid it's obvious the posse in Miyagi-Do Bobby don't start and get benched in the fourth But go harder than your tartar in the Benjamin Moore Slept on the floor, woke up thinking must escape "What it is" is "What it is" and what it isn't doesn't pay Another day, another door that mustn't fall and try to stack And hit the corner market for the margarine and Dimetapp The kind of cat to watch with the Comet and the orange Crush Opposite the [catcher near] the ratchets with the Jordan 1's Everything is terrible I'm daring you to mountain bike Master of the puppets, and the freaks that won't come out at night Leading you around the bend, heading you off at the pa** Squeezing stones until they bled, comparing Orange to Applejack Rap attack, magic wand, levitating lemon trick The devil needs to eat well in the details in your breakfast b**h Put the fire in them riders in the cherry paint No car, just a Tarzan with the bars That wants to marry Jane Bailey Say come to supper filing forks So lay back motherf**er, don't ride the white horse [Verse 2: Breeze Brewin] Yo, usually when you hearing not for nothing For real I bet it's about something just think of the double negative Bringing up something relevant, elephant in the room or intelligence to consume Is you getting this like my dude, there's some devilish type of doom And it's coming, or is it nothing like but and I'll probably handle this Forecasting or more foreshadowing, Ozymandias Until you can't fake it, as it's getting bad breaking Would you rather hear it or some cavalierish Hank Schrader sh** From critical degrees to reaching pinnacles You see you need the irons and the niacins, minerals, Marie And then f** it the time's up and forget it your rhymes stunk And yet you couldn't smell the coffee Until it's could you get him off me? As you were sinking, you were thinking, I'm good to go Would you rather have him pull on your coat Or your foot from your throat Or a scary scenario like bro you [shouldn't] alone Or brothers hit you with a tissue for some boogers to blow Gesundheit or zipper pulled life, the choice yours And I ain't really talking, people squawking until their voice sore Just a nonchalant confidant, on some cousin You best to listen, respect the wisdom with not for nothing