Salaam Remi - Lock it Up lyrics

[Verse One] My sh** is thick like a wooly headed black Jesus I was born to win sk**s like my nappy stuff But when I gots my nappy stuff I got a flake or two These irritatin flakes, I wipe them out the whole crew Shinin through like the coconut, all on my scalp Hey these irritatin flakes act like locks cause they dread When I flex my nappy stuff, there's no whack jheri curl juice In other words, a weak raps I never can produce So cut them jheri curl raps, and try again naps In sk**ed hard work, professor needs wax Cause I got as many locks as the skins I busted Extensions get dissed cause they can't be trusted But I love it when they blow it feels good to my head It's about the same length but two inches thicker Like a dread from my bobbin head I swing back and forth s**ers on me like my locks, they stuck to what sauce? [Hook - repeat 2X] MC's dread my sk**s (but I got 'em locked up) MC's dread my sk**s (but I got 'em locked up) MC's dread my sk**s (but I got 'em locked up) Locked what? (Lock lock it up now) [Verse Two] As my dreadlock twist like a fist I got the punch Givin knots like my locks, I roll 'em up like blunts Twirled in the riddle, just bring the comprehension I kick that real sh**, not the whack extensions Pay attention did I mention, descended from Egyptian Relaxed her then I waxed her, gave the girl kiniption Fits, misfit, when you use that curly sh** I'm connected to the source, so I can make the hits Like f** it, I'm gettin, the ducats by the buckets My naps are God given, so yo I can't destruct 'em With the lye, no lie, so I bust the hemp If Jheri wanna step, I slam him like Kemp With the supersonic boom, we got the dreads in the room With the actual, the factual, the self-manufactural Diggin up the whack synthetic, pathetic Hardcore to the roots, so I keep my nappy dreadded [Hook] [Verse Three] I shoot them rocks like locks, I got you dreadded plus beheaded Every verse disperse this metaphor that be embedded In your cranium, MC's I'm slayin They get licked and clipped like barbershops so just be fadin Now barby master, rhyme styles get boasted Hesitation, just wait a second, for those rappers Who couldn't guess my combination, cause I got 'em locked Hooked cause I twist metaphors in knots and kinks You're not seein what you think, it's actual Just like my nappy skull, my sk**s are nat-u-ral For me to lose you with the style I kick I got these s**ers locked up (locked what?) ON MY DICK! (Lock it up now!) (Lock it up now!) Lock what? (Lock it up now!) Lock what? (Lock lock it up now!) Lock what? (Lock it up now!) Lock what? (Lock it up now!) Lock what? (Lock it up now!) Lock what? (Lock it up now!) Lock what?!