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[Non-Stop] By Hoorex
The Ship By grapes: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=25027617
ChorusX2:
Smoke non-stop, rock the spot, leaving emcees to rot, crop the top, cops got pot, dont get caught, or its all for naught, like I said non-stop
Verse 1:
Yo, its ya boy Skitzo, from the S to the O, I leave ya flow slow, going toe to toe
with a giant, defiant, in demeanor, street cleaner, like a janitor
Im a canister, filled to the brim, with rhymes and rhythm
Contagious and absurd, hidden meaning behind my facetious words
My band, 3kursespurtz, words go first, then ya burst
Inflated, like a balloon, whoa its too soon, I don't know you
Bangin like a hammer, I gotta get a sample, stomping like I trampled
Smokin' like a camel, empty like the handle
Stop, it's too fragile, envy like an apple
I gots to get fed
Like I said, straight from the head, I'm not about lead, or leavin' punks dead
but instead, I'm all about the bread, rhymes to shed, blazin' spots red
supplier with the meds, my crimes get spread, and again...
count to ten, one more trend, one more time
one to defend, two more crime, one more rhyme, and two more line, one more find, and one more sign
STOP!
Chorus 2:
Don't get popped, fight the cop, stomp the top, read my thought, whatcha brought? Pot hit the drop, like I said, non-stop
Smoke non-stop, rock the spot, leaving emcees to rot, crop the top, cops got pot, dont get caught, or its all for naught, like I said non-stop
Verse 2:
Turn right, left, shift, break through the Rift
that's me, my skill's a gift
through quicksand I sift, I'm tryin' to lift
the kinds of intertwined minds I spit
legit, concrete s---
the heretic thats bound to hit
the wall, like Charles de Gaule
you fall, I'm left to stand tall
leave you to crawl but you still stall
stutter the call, backwoods find
left all designs, ignorant minds,
rip that rhyme like scripture divine
Rift that's mine, one more time
enter the sign, spit that kind
liquefied rhyme, understand?
flow blends to plans
I do what I can
Check in with the man when s--- hits the fan
out of the fire and into the pan
Count up to five, lyrical jive, one's to strive, two's alive, three's gone by, four rolls the die, five's the guy waiting to arrive, but you still hide
ChorusX2:
Smoke non-stop, rock the spot, leaving emcees to rot, crop the top, cops got pot, dont get caught, or its all for naught, like I said non-stop
The Ship By grapes: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=25027617
ChorusX2:
Smoke non-stop, rock the spot, leaving emcees to rot, crop the top, cops got pot, dont get caught, or its all for naught, like I said non-stop
Verse 1:
Yo, its ya boy Skitzo, from the S to the O, I leave ya flow slow, going toe to toe
with a giant, defiant, in demeanor, street cleaner, like a janitor
Im a canister, filled to the brim, with rhymes and rhythm
Contagious and absurd, hidden meaning behind my facetious words
My band, 3kursespurtz, words go first, then ya burst
Inflated, like a balloon, whoa its too soon, I don't know you
Bangin like a hammer, I gotta get a sample, stomping like I trampled
Smokin' like a camel, empty like the handle
Stop, it's too fragile, envy like an apple
I gots to get fed
Like I said, straight from the head, I'm not about lead, or leavin' punks dead
but instead, I'm all about the bread, rhymes to shed, blazin' spots red
supplier with the meds, my crimes get spread, and again...
count to ten, one more trend, one more time
one to defend, two more crime, one more rhyme, and two more line, one more find, and one more sign
STOP!
Chorus 2:
Don't get popped, fight the cop, stomp the top, read my thought, whatcha brought? Pot hit the drop, like I said, non-stop
Smoke non-stop, rock the spot, leaving emcees to rot, crop the top, cops got pot, dont get caught, or its all for naught, like I said non-stop
Verse 2:
Turn right, left, shift, break through the Rift
that's me, my skill's a gift
through quicksand I sift, I'm tryin' to lift
the kinds of intertwined minds I spit
legit, concrete s---
the heretic thats bound to hit
the wall, like Charles de Gaule
you fall, I'm left to stand tall
leave you to crawl but you still stall
stutter the call, backwoods find
left all designs, ignorant minds,
rip that rhyme like scripture divine
Rift that's mine, one more time
enter the sign, spit that kind
liquefied rhyme, understand?
flow blends to plans
I do what I can
Check in with the man when s--- hits the fan
out of the fire and into the pan
Count up to five, lyrical jive, one's to strive, two's alive, three's gone by, four rolls the die, five's the guy waiting to arrive, but you still hide
ChorusX2:
Smoke non-stop, rock the spot, leaving emcees to rot, crop the top, cops got pot, dont get caught, or its all for naught, like I said non-stop
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