Body Da Beat
The impeccable smoothness, will bruise wits, will have you confused lipped
Hike the scope to all those if the shoe fits, the format is
Brash, rude and ignorant, supreme pressure for
Your eardrums something deemed fresher, starting my shit
Don't care what your feelings express, steady indifference
Significance is what you know and what you believe
To the ones upper rooming, got it covered, as others despise me
Just walk it off or troubles commence
You try to audible and fumble like Wentz, I revel tragedy
Shoulder shrugging for the wordplay to make u mad at me
Piping Hot, walking appalled
Straight acting like a bitch, here's a round of applause
Windpipe is a weapon when its utilized with savvy of a samurai
Damn if I lose focus, bring the noise like a locust
I swarm heavy with the aura of goliath
Consequences with deflate you if even dare to even try it
Gotta keep shit brief, time to body the beat
Understand the diaphragm when I'm spraying the heat
Bangin out is the bigger motive, Triple M
Pound for Pound I'm the nastiest to shake the ground
Feels good don't it, feel good don't it
Feels good don't it, feel good don't it
Gotta keep shit brief, time to body the beat
Big Dawg showed his ass when he created ya mans
Ram Rod Big Cuz I hope you're resting easy
Don't trust em if their necks peasey, respect the gospel
Bad to the marrow, ignore the minded narrow
Check your thot piece, don't check me, anti shenanigan
Fuck out my face, excuse my vulgar Mandarin
Do what the hell I feel, apply the dominance
Very Heavy dosage of Scat, the flyest prominence
Getting sloppiest in jalopies, blazing the Sahara
I'm like Audubon speed in a Carrera, the building of an era
Don't sleep on the stance, step ya styles up
Idiotic methods get me riled up, corner legend
Strong potions, on sip and thong notions
Striving for the money long motions, believe when I say
This ain't shit, the pot is barely warming
Just know I'm out for blood, your first and final warning
Gotta keep shit brief, time to body the beat
Understand the diaphragm when I'm spraying the heat
Bangin out is the bigger motive, Triple M
Pound for Pound I'm the nastiest to shake the ground
Feels good don't it, feel good don't it
Feels good don't it, feel good don't it
Gotta keep shit brief, time to body the beat
Hike the scope to all those if the shoe fits, the format is
Brash, rude and ignorant, supreme pressure for
Your eardrums something deemed fresher, starting my shit
Don't care what your feelings express, steady indifference
Significance is what you know and what you believe
To the ones upper rooming, got it covered, as others despise me
Just walk it off or troubles commence
You try to audible and fumble like Wentz, I revel tragedy
Shoulder shrugging for the wordplay to make u mad at me
Piping Hot, walking appalled
Straight acting like a bitch, here's a round of applause
Windpipe is a weapon when its utilized with savvy of a samurai
Damn if I lose focus, bring the noise like a locust
I swarm heavy with the aura of goliath
Consequences with deflate you if even dare to even try it
Gotta keep shit brief, time to body the beat
Understand the diaphragm when I'm spraying the heat
Bangin out is the bigger motive, Triple M
Pound for Pound I'm the nastiest to shake the ground
Feels good don't it, feel good don't it
Feels good don't it, feel good don't it
Gotta keep shit brief, time to body the beat
Big Dawg showed his ass when he created ya mans
Ram Rod Big Cuz I hope you're resting easy
Don't trust em if their necks peasey, respect the gospel
Bad to the marrow, ignore the minded narrow
Check your thot piece, don't check me, anti shenanigan
Fuck out my face, excuse my vulgar Mandarin
Do what the hell I feel, apply the dominance
Very Heavy dosage of Scat, the flyest prominence
Getting sloppiest in jalopies, blazing the Sahara
I'm like Audubon speed in a Carrera, the building of an era
Don't sleep on the stance, step ya styles up
Idiotic methods get me riled up, corner legend
Strong potions, on sip and thong notions
Striving for the money long motions, believe when I say
This ain't shit, the pot is barely warming
Just know I'm out for blood, your first and final warning
Gotta keep shit brief, time to body the beat
Understand the diaphragm when I'm spraying the heat
Bangin out is the bigger motive, Triple M
Pound for Pound I'm the nastiest to shake the ground
Feels good don't it, feel good don't it
Feels good don't it, feel good don't it
Gotta keep shit brief, time to body the beat
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Writer(s): Steven Gibson
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