Suffa - Old School Rap (500 Ft) lyrics

[Intro: Suffa] Shoutouts: Cam Bluff, SixFour Music, Hilltop... Check, ay... [Verse: Suffa and Pressure] Live from the home of the serial k**er I've been writing at home nuh-nearly all winter But now the sun's up, I'm Sun Tzu, jump through your sunroof Belly full of fire and a mouth full of f** you! I grab my nuts like I'm 2Pac With his finger up for the cops that were looking for him You grab your nuts like you're 2Pac After he got shot in the crotch (nah mean?) like you're looking for 'em A pair in my pants like some cannonballs Rest 'em every night like some apples in a salad bowl Have 'em all bouncin' off the walls like playing racquetball Riding on the back of an elephant like I'm Hannibal f** with me, watch them look Up to me. Physically I'm six-two Lyrically I'm ten foot Half-court inking man: Phil Jackson Hardcore hip hop fan: Bill Paxton Return of the lyricist: D.O.C: I'm a whirlwind pyramid. P.O.D: Prince of Darkness. A heartless G.O.D I spit the hardest, so f** you, like Cee Lo Green They can't see this Hood We been around too long to not be this good You got sixteens, and a pristine hook I got one-sixtys, I'm feeling like I'm fifteen foot A punk think he got bars that can leave me shook? I'mma jump in front his car, and I'mma beat his hood Pause! Why the seedy looks? They wanna throw me on the fire, cover me with soot Cause I'm a heretic, come play And I never did ever get why apparently some say 'Only God can judge me' And none of them aware of the fact God is dead (There's nothing to be scared of) And I don't mean to offend It's an opinion, you and me man, we don't need to be friends We don't need to pretend You really need to be zen When we're both in a world we know life can easily end And I'mma burn already, so don't pray for me If you were already, hey sorry Cause if there really is a Hell Then you'll see me sitting in my citadel With my fellow infidels spitting tales Until the world burns and upper cla** ama** troops And we have to make our merch out of hazmat suits I'mma smash mad loops In a pair of fresh Filas looking like a meth dealer in a phat tracksuit This is Mad Max 2 This is Afghan poppy We give you a piece of our minds like a lobotomy A ragtag group Not making hashtag rap, man we crash that coup Strong as Afghan hash, and that's fact Suffa's coming back and bringing what they say the fact is Cause they got us f**ing captured In some chains, B.A Baracus I pity the fool That doesn't know the burb's a cla**room, the city a school This is Forest Whitaker, as Idi Amin The role of my life, Bruce Lee kicking Kareem My roll of the dice, Game of d**h nothing to prove It's Kareem in some Lakers sweats dunking on Bruce ...Uh Watch on, how the crowd is moving The cloth I'm, cut from, is the Shroud of Turin I walk the clouds, I'm touring I'm the breeze atop whirlpools Stumble through a field drunk, leave a crop circle So trust me, when I say it's absurd 'Cos I'm an emcee, I literally give you my word And my word's true Can't be displaced man, it's burn proof Not a leap of faith like suicide from a church roof Work through my anger like Dick Cheney on a hunt Then reverse the first letters like Hick Dheney is a… Never mind, you'll never take this kid like, ever man Like, you'd never let your kids ever stay at Neverland I'm not Mr. Everyman, I'm every man but him And I'm only getting younger like I'm Benjamin bu*ton Now isn't that something The lovable type of fool Like Don Draper banging all the girls in the title Or maybe I'm dis-likable, singing old folk ballads Or maybe I'll disgust the world like child star coke habits World Star dope addicts Corrupt cops with maglites Rob Ford s**ing on a crack pipe like bagpipes What a beautiful day To put the bottle to my mouth and wash the music away Cause I'm obsessed with the rhyme like I'm stalking an ex-girl And express what's on my mind, never walking on egg shells [?] give me call I got a job for you, feeling like I'm fifty feet tall Balls to the wind, f** the madness and politics With what I bring I got more gall than Asterix and Obelix I'm not a rap hobbyist Committed as a communist Storming the winter palace, sprinting through the corridors Kicking round the Bourgeois for spitting on the commoners Or turn entire continents to empires, like Romulus Stage is centre Florida, god's waiting room I'm stage diving from the monitors, 'cos gosh God's waiting too Don't know what to say to you, don't even know what day it is I'll bring the world to the brink like a f**ing Bay of Pigs It is what I say it is, no chorus, so you oughta know Scored so many plaques, they oughta put me on that Hoarder show Lay off player, and watch the lay-up bro, you sorta slow It's the play-offs, you are 0 and 4 and I am 4 and 0 Is that understood? You guys are ga**ed up, you're under Hoods I'll make your girl superstitious, she'll feel like touching wood See if she can grip it, cause I feel like I'm a hundred foot Come to put my middle finger to the world like Sputnik Aware of the Hood, then you're wearing my footprint You'll never see the Hood blink If my eye closed it only means that you been hoodwinked I need to catch my breath Before I'm the first rapper to rap to d**h Bad Boy Bubby, I'll rap these cats to d**h Then collapse the set, like factories in Bangladesh Bang the pads, like Bangladesh, your girl's fresh Girl's banging, take her home to bang the flesh I'm Bruce Banner, bang my chest, you wouldn't like me When I'm angry and you ain't see my anger yet, check Since I been signed, I've been on my grind Picking my mind apart and Living inside my heart man I need breath Configuring lines, and sipping on Wicked Stick in a spine[?] Considering my position it's like It's like I been blessed Or cursed. I sit at a shrine Considering life Like give me a sign Like when will it shine I'm sick of the fight I'm sick in the mind, that's to d**h I'm living inside My fit and I'm livid and sipping on wine Bigger than life To this and why I'm so[?] That will be left Once I'm dead and gone and never to re-spawn Bury me, with Heavy D blaring through the pouring Rain. While the wind is roaring through the awnings But until the mourning, every morning I'll be sipping on my juice at the crack of the dawn then I'm gonna pace around the church Looking for that Lucifer, son of the morning Then I'm gonna chase him outta Earth (I'm not done Hau) Cause I'm here to put my foot down Feeling like we about a hundred fifty foot now We good now, your whole damn crew's blowing me So go at me, man you'll be on the lamb like Rosemary The more the merrier, I got an extraordinary team While your team's just extra ordinary, lordy me Your crew's like the who's who of who's that While my crew's like the Juice Crew of new rap I'm a boom-bap revivalist, few that could rival us I'm 2Pac in a do-rag, a true rap survivalist Bottled water, canned food, crawling through the bamboo On the corner stand true, what the slaughter can do I feel like, the Leshan statue of Buddha Cause I'm Godlike, at peace and like a two hundred footer So if you want to put a, hand at me, I'll happily Put a foot up in ya, have you looking like a manatee I make all these tracks cause I'm a family man See these two cats behind me, they're like family, man And if you find a crew that's done so, well by their peers Then I'm f**ing Dumbo bro, I'm all ears I'm starting to get tired But I'm like Stringer bell third season man, starting to get wired I'm the golden calf, f** every spitter on earth I'll fold the continent in half and make Sydney kiss Perth Make the earth touch the sun, and turn the sun into cinders I'll crush the Milky Way between my thumb and my finger I'm the sum of my choices, a tongue for the voiceless A solar flare sent from the sun to destroy us I'm everything and nothing, the Alpha and Omega With the hubris of Judas, dude I'm heartless as Vader I'm pesticide in Mountain Dew Pennywise, clowning you I'm five hundred feet f**ing tall looking down on you What?