This song was written (by Body)about 3 or 4 years ago, one of my earliest complete songs. Obviously, I was really into doin mj at this point in my life. I touched it up and recorded me doing it. 2 takes editted into one, however its still not perfect. I hope you like it.
Instrumental: “Nas is Like”
Lyrics:
For all of your chillin, believe I am willin,
Ta keep verses spillin, filled with real fillin,
And I will try to make, the chorus shortae,
See the Body break, out more supported sprays,
And relieve ya praise, don’t need these displays,
If you lend me ya ears, thats all i need today.
Sit staring eyes glaring at my computer screen,
Don’t adjust, and must admit, that this view’s routine.
All the viewers scream, see producers beam,
A new ill spew debuts, on this rutheless scene.
And the he spits, sounds so loose and lean,
Commin out quicker than a goose’s poop and peein,
Don’t test, I’m blessed, and you just a useless being
Who imbues askew views with his truthless emceein,
Hear these rude sounds, then ya soon shown fleein
Never again found, bustin the smooth groove freein,
You should give up for good cause you’ll lose to me n,
I abuse, the excuse, to let loose, in one, two, three n,
Four, don’t let the door, hit ya sore any more,
There’s plenty in store, whopins, you lookin to endure.
Don’t care if ya pockets be a ton of money sore,
Cause I’m hungrior, than the boniest homeless poor.
Don’t ever get bored, and never consider it a chore,
Takin emcees to the floor, inconsiderate when I pour,
Out these ill ridden, still sickenin, rhymes in my roar,
Phatter and badder than coke lines that I snort.
And ya won’t even see me wait for your retort,
Just won’t submit to any more snore reports.
Bitch Ill I sit, this Niche I’m fillin it,
Weild these skillz, in every in spill I spit.
The crowd feels a thrill, whenever I will the
Got the unkillable, ill syllable, quips.
I’m so guilty of seemingly silky scripts,
The flow fills beats, with a real feelin bit,
Or bite thats right, feel the chill ya get,
Shit, look at ya pants, the instillin wet,
Ness, smoke sess don’t promote stress.
Take a deep toke, even if you be broke.
Excess threats, get on the arrest express.
Let no heat stroke, choke or heed the weed smoke.
For all your chillin, believe I am willin,
Ta keep verses spillin, filled with real fillin,
And I will try to make, the chorus shortae,
See the Body break, out more supported sprays,
And relieve ya praise, don’t need these displays,
If you lend me ya ears, thats all i need today.
New set, lose it, please abuse the music,
Too fresh, move it see me groove all through it,
You wet, this dude be in smooth and fluid.
So screw it, ya blew it, took a taste test and schooled it,
Now face west, Oops oohh, i hit face, breast wit dude juice,
Please don’t rep a prude mood, cause i respect the poon too,
Just give me two tunes, ta get back on the saddle,
One just to do you, and one ta wax ma rattle,
Consume mushrooms, maybe co co puff fumes,
First year means fifteen, we see them poons balloon,
You believed you knew her, but she received a pooper,
Through a few too many scoops, with the ice cream scooper.
Can you handle what I utter, I sample tape my sta-sta-stutter
I flutter left, the display it makes ya sha-sha-shutter,
You rep the same ol bread with jam and peanut butter,
I rep bagles instead all salmon/cream cheese smothered,
A little red onion, and then s are min,
Your slack whack attackin, is like fast peanus bustin,
A lotta effort for nothing, with the pre-mature ,
Your girl stressin for something, you like free-manure son!
I hope the that I spit, is seeming kinda impressive
All the battle attackers, seem a minor bit restive
Yes I’m white thats right, but I seek what some call perfection,
In lines I rap, rhymes, creep up from all directions
Its like I litter laced lines with alliteration
And If you step up to me you face obliteration.
Bitch I courted your mommy, and then I quarterd ya body,
Four separate slices, a precise divide order by Body,
That’s right Body’s the name, I’m naughty foul in the brain,
Spreadin feces like a freak, I’m potty mouth insane,
For all your chillin, believe I am willin,
Ta keep verses spillin, filled with real fillin,
And I will try to make, the chorus shortae,
See the Body break, out more supported sprays,
And relieve ya praise, don’t need these displays,
If you lend me ya ears, thats all i need today.
Yea thats all I need today.
Thats all I need to say.
All Lyrics are Copyrighted.
Duration : 0:3:48
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