RoddyRod - Makin' it Blend lyrics

[Verse 1: Q-Tip] Uh... Abstract, Queens cat, what we lookin' at? Sixth sense, too immense, smellin' is the fact Out here, you got your shiesty cats stabbin' backs for some track Until we take it back, you prob'ly won't be feelin' rap [Verse 1: Wordsworth] WORDSWORTH, Brooklynite, what it lookin' like? 5 senses, 9 inches, 5 foot in height Out here, you got your crooks and heists Shook and shiest, look alike Payed off the books from dice, good lookin' and hookin' tight [HOOK 1: both] Us, you, they and them YO.. her and him We make it blend I say we makin' it blend YO... uh uh uh uh uh uh Us, you, they and them YO.. her and him We make it blend I say we makin' it blend YO... uh uh uh uh uh uh [Verse 2: Q-Tip] Back when I came out, first joint I hit it out New styles to talk 'bout, new ground to walk about Still breakin' sh** wit the hammer of thought, god Bigger than a**, god, hittin' your a** hard Act it out cause there no time to word sh** You never win with Wordsworth the word smith [Verse 2: Wordsworth] The verse gets tighter every second the earth twists Heard its Q-tip and Words you had to purchase Prefer this, now wait a minute, what's that I heard skip? Nerves twitch, play this so much it's prob'ly your third disc On purpose, at your service, basement to surface Learn this, how can you rehearse something that's perfect? [Verse 3: Q-Tip] Isn't it funny when you use your favorite pen And get your rhyme pad write sh** that's truly bad? Embarra** yourself, make a buck and mockery End the hypocrisy, you never toppin' me I'm the monopoly, in jail is your cacophonies of unfair policies In there you're rottin' B, you hit the lottery Well then you spottin' me, I'm extortin' you of all your natural bodilies [Verse 3: Wordsworth] Ayyo it gotta be the way I respond that makes honor me Song hittin' award winnin', y'all just the nominees Play it safe, I'll arrange your wake My paper mate will have my label mate's album released a later date Police patrol the city 'til I'm as old as 50 Hat back, clothes won't fit me, causin' 5-0 to frisk me My hands are ammunition, banned like contraband in prison I'm who you wanna be blowin' out your candles wishin' [HOOK 2: both] Makin' it, makin' it blend YO... makin' it blend Makin' it, makin' it blend YO... makin' it blend Makin' it, makin' it blend YO... makin' it blend Makin' it, makin' it blend Make, makin' it blend [Verse 4: Wordsworth] Yo, I like a woman wit a bangin' body, the face and frame of Halle Attitude - angry, snotty, speaks slang and co*ky Time to hang ain't gotta bring a posse Through rainy days she got me, like Whitney stay wit Bobby [Verse 4: Q-Tip] Yo, your cake is in the kitchen, your wishful premonition It's turned around by my firm thoughts of demolition It's time to numb your run and dim your vision It's time to give up the hopes and dreams of major acquisition [Verse 5: Wordsworth] Ain't got a drop top that goes 0 to 60 But after shows, ladies drop tops and show they titties Across the globe can't oppose, it's risky Or even go against me, I'm Words So every time that you flow you spit me [Verse 5: Q-Tip] We in the asphalt, you cause your last fall Insult to injury is when we curse the salt Douse the open wound to the tomb Its time to sit back and watch professionals in full bloom [HOOK 1]