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Ya Not That Large - текст песни



Ya Not That Large


[Ced Gee]


Yo, this next joint, we never put out


Because like uhh, one of the engineers was gettin weeded up


And he, he kinda like erased, a majority of the song (Texts of songs )


So we just moved on


But it's so butter... I put it on here anyway


So check it out, it's Kool Keith on some solo shit




But once again, there's a big skip in the song (Texts of songs )


It's not the tape, nobody's messed up


This is what the engineer did when he got weeded up


and erased the track, so check it




[Kool Keith]


A lot of rappers are weak-whack, bullshit speak that


same ol' style, I think I heard it before


I'm steppin to you, through you, like you wasn't even there


Pissy rappers with Pampers, get out of my hair


Run to mommy and change, come back when you're ready boy


Stinging your small brains, rhymes that be steady boy


Toy, you're just a perfect decoy


to follow, learn, look, write, copy


You still ain't down, your fuckin rhymes are sloppy


Scrib-scrab, scriggledy scrab


Motherfucker with a crayon, coloring book out


You stop you look out, right beside with a rhyme I took out


Banging your brain cell, I'm hype and hyper


Ready and riper, but not that type of


whack MC, who try to fuck with me


So bring your stupid ass, and try your luck with me


I get busy and snapback, flashback


Smack back your crew and the sidekick motherfuckers you look whack


Step up black when I'm on center stage


Here's the mic, psych, go back, sit down


And stop perpetrating, because you're not that large




[Kool Keith: verse with tape edits - best guess]


You're like a small time rapper, frontin your big and


you and your boy, check out Keith diggin


Your rhymes are useless, shitty and senseless


You want a career, better yet you should end this


Stop and go twice homepiss what's wrong


Show me rhymes and hooks, oh that same ol' song (Texts of songs )


Awww shit, you think you're comin legit


Your rhyme a jumble of words, and half of them don't fit


You need to quit boy, jump up fetch sit boy


You're bitin my rhyme bone, like it's a play toy


You're starvin, takin rhymes hey Marvin


Here stupider brains I need to mold and carve and


every time you rhyme, keep your step and distance


D'ya know what you're doing, you need further assistance?


Rhyme hot blisters, takin your sisters


Deep in the love zone with all tongue twisters


Rock and roll, calypso, jazz


Like Brick was a funk band, fuck with Dazz


What'cha sayin, you wanna step on the hardwood


Rhymes'll beat you down like the back of a billy club


You bite and bite, just another silly dub


On cassette and tape decks, who got you the deal?


You wanna rhyme like me toy, now be for real


Walk off, step off, give me back the mic


Come in, step up, fuck around tonight


And stop perpetrating, because you're not that large




[Kool Keith]


I'ma say 'em again, over and over, powerful rhymes


The motherfucker ain't large


Tryin to diss man, yo homepiss man


Step in a rhyme jab, get hit with a fist mad


National, you fuck around with the champion


Show me that whack style plus that campeon


Stick and move, uppercut with a left rhyme


Damage ya brain, punch it out with a def rhyme


You're sleepin, stupid as you slept


And everytime you move, I take one more step


Further down the road, super rhymes a detour


Smoke is built up, but can you see more


I'm ready now, bring your ass on stage


Look around in your green book and turn the page


Aww, yeah, what, oh I thought so


You think you could rhyme, uh-uh, no no


Put the mic down, and listen how you sound


Writin bullshit, and cheap old metaphor


Your rhymes need homework, a grade and a better score


Zero, fuck around with the madman


Cause rappers like you, keep me happy and glad man


To pick up the microphone go solo


Grabbin your brain, crush it up like bolo


In a second, step aside as I'm wreckin


Takin, choppin, back to back, you whack rappers are over


Flippin like Rover, and out of a smooth rhyme, steppin all over


Back and forth with, go back play home


You comin with whack rhymes, go back stay home


Think about it - never lie to yourself


And stop perpetrating, because you're not that large



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