Troy K. - You Can't... lyrics

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Troy K. - You Can't... lyrics

[Verse 1: Majestik Originality] Lemme put you on some insight,no this ain't an invite// So step back or get pierced with a fierce bite from a bat spiked// I ignite when cyphers start to spark a fire blazing// Cause prior to amazing my desires kept me paving// I get tight with people who think in equal terms// Yet feeble with their yearn & prove to be a waste of s**m// So get nice if you gonna come and test the jester// I suggest you let it fester before you think you measure// This is my vice, like a fat a** under strobelite// I'll leave ya sillohuette shaking s**a cause im that nice// So never get it twisted like rivets my flow is spigot// To the thirsty im a god with a river of writtens// I'll sliver you kittens like almonds tossed in a sundae// Sweet swag maggots only getting dealt with one way// I swear on puns day, any you cats walk like a run way// This mic'll bang ill and sing you a manic monday-.. [Hook: Nicholas Howard] No You Can't Now No You Can't Now You Can Not f** With Me... x4 [Verse 2: MC Elijah Black] I was told to be water But even three quarters couldn't help me see order Now I'm trying to feed daughters Food for your membrane I feed sons with words that can feed the Sun My light is insane Illuminated, far from Illuminati Illustrating how I eliminate your crew and body When I kick it Lyrically I do karate to the wicked Black belt Tracks melt when I spit it It's been a minute Still getting the hang of things In this jungle. Gorillas chilling with orangutans A wild ape. Never see me in no monkey suit Your monkey see and monkey do Is making me uncomfortable Untouchable, when I step into the vocal booth Now every word I say should be a Hip Hop quotable You can quote that When the stakes is high My mind's a 9-milli, kid Buck buck. Hold that! [Hook: Nicholas Howard] No You Can't Now No You Can't Now You Can Not f** With Me... x4 [Verse 3: Majestik Originality] I swear eblack,these wee cats be trying to free spat// But stay packed with a knap sack of writtens tryin to be rap// But be crap like heat wraps in the winter losing heat fast// When i see that, i put that work in (huh!) like i need that// A mean gap between my finish and whenever they started// Im winning regardless hearing "damn maje, you really that heartless?"// You see as an artist i paint so many faces to start with// That when i depart this is when i'll be seen as one of the smartest// So mark this occa**ion by blazing the sour diesel// As shots of sugar cane fermented get pa**ed to the people// My ego is lethal when scribing scriptures to feed you// Its enough to greet you with a two fist flying like im G Liu// Shaw brothers motherf**er but i bet you only see WU// Trash rappers get the shrug so dont even speak dude// Cause in ciphers i snipe with bars like bullets that'll bleed you// And leave you to question the one i won't mention but he's hebrew..