Shit Iz Buttah
I be flowin around with lyrical butter smutthering ya arteries
Blabbermouf is on the mic and propo funk is on the beats
This shit is butter
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
Suckas with that butta shit that make everybody start wondering
How I get down with that funkiness with rhymes that are astonishing
Let me tell you I've bin perfecting my art for years
Working hard for a cause make real hip hop re appear
And I double dare any wack emcee to interfere
Don't cross my path I bend you in half no one will be spared
(we representing) from the right to the left front to the rear
I got truck loaded of rhymes so I'm never unprepared
And my punchlines will hit you like an indian spear
N slice right trough all you gimmicks and wannabe's out here
I'm the blabber(blabber) mic (snatcha)
Blunt wrapper smack a rapper when I spit flying daggers
I'm the master of all cyphers
Figger that all you rappers is house cats I be a raging lion
Earing shit up with the finger lickin flava I'm frying so what you trying forget it
Realize there ain't no other aaah shit I flow with rhymes thats butter
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
You so called rappers aah man what a blunder
Shut ya trap ya can't rap or compete with this here butter yo I got lyrics harder them armed concrete this is roots and culture
And propo be bringin boombappin bomb beats
Bound to bumrush ya
So wassup you think you got the balls to step to this call me the nut crusher
This is real dope ain't no synthetic shit
Pushin' this lyrical heroine 100 % pure dopeness
I'm truly excellent the perfectionist
Blabber is the emcee, 88 is the instrumentalist
I'm spaced out like George Jetson
When it comes to writin' rhymes I'm in a different dimension
Soon as I start expressin' with rhythmic perfection
I put wack emcee to sleep by lethal lyrical injections
In every session you can even ask ya mother Word to god that's why this shit is butta
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
With rhyme styles that's infinite like the Mandelbrot set
I rush in like a demolition squad quick to dismantle ya raps
I'm a rebel with rhythmic compositions I (stand strong)
Da mista blabber (known), for the relentless rhythms he spit
Jup, (so bring it on) here come the verbal hell raizer
I can't stop its obsessive compulsive behavior
To wreck shit impressive the butter we bustin' is major
I got inspiration to make my verses jump off the paper
With the ruffness for ya eardrums the butter is in effect
We millenniums ahead of ya when it comes down to rap
I smoke more mics then tommy chong smoke buddah
So lyrically I be the Gatlin gun, you just a six shooter
Me and and 88 we steady cookin' up the funk
While you suckas need to stop rappin' and pick up a book
So peace to all the true heads straight up I got it covered
Haha cause now they know this shit is butter
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
Blabbermouf is on the mic and propo funk is on the beats
This shit is butter
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
Suckas with that butta shit that make everybody start wondering
How I get down with that funkiness with rhymes that are astonishing
Let me tell you I've bin perfecting my art for years
Working hard for a cause make real hip hop re appear
And I double dare any wack emcee to interfere
Don't cross my path I bend you in half no one will be spared
(we representing) from the right to the left front to the rear
I got truck loaded of rhymes so I'm never unprepared
And my punchlines will hit you like an indian spear
N slice right trough all you gimmicks and wannabe's out here
I'm the blabber(blabber) mic (snatcha)
Blunt wrapper smack a rapper when I spit flying daggers
I'm the master of all cyphers
Figger that all you rappers is house cats I be a raging lion
Earing shit up with the finger lickin flava I'm frying so what you trying forget it
Realize there ain't no other aaah shit I flow with rhymes thats butter
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
You so called rappers aah man what a blunder
Shut ya trap ya can't rap or compete with this here butter yo I got lyrics harder them armed concrete this is roots and culture
And propo be bringin boombappin bomb beats
Bound to bumrush ya
So wassup you think you got the balls to step to this call me the nut crusher
This is real dope ain't no synthetic shit
Pushin' this lyrical heroine 100 % pure dopeness
I'm truly excellent the perfectionist
Blabber is the emcee, 88 is the instrumentalist
I'm spaced out like George Jetson
When it comes to writin' rhymes I'm in a different dimension
Soon as I start expressin' with rhythmic perfection
I put wack emcee to sleep by lethal lyrical injections
In every session you can even ask ya mother Word to god that's why this shit is butta
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
With rhyme styles that's infinite like the Mandelbrot set
I rush in like a demolition squad quick to dismantle ya raps
I'm a rebel with rhythmic compositions I (stand strong)
Da mista blabber (known), for the relentless rhythms he spit
Jup, (so bring it on) here come the verbal hell raizer
I can't stop its obsessive compulsive behavior
To wreck shit impressive the butter we bustin' is major
I got inspiration to make my verses jump off the paper
With the ruffness for ya eardrums the butter is in effect
We millenniums ahead of ya when it comes down to rap
I smoke more mics then tommy chong smoke buddah
So lyrically I be the Gatlin gun, you just a six shooter
Me and and 88 we steady cookin' up the funk
While you suckas need to stop rappin' and pick up a book
So peace to all the true heads straight up I got it covered
Haha cause now they know this shit is butter
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
(Word shit is buttah word the mother, word shit)
(Word shit is buttah the ruffer lyrical buttah to smother)
Credits
Writer(s): Joost Van Den Brink, Ruben Widdershoven
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