Lyrics Lynguistics - CunninLynguists

Lynguistics

So fuck the commercial tracks you be doin,
a brother got to eat.
Why don’t you rap for food then.
The music makes me high
even though I stay away from canibus, like Wyclef
Similar to Christ,
If you know your gonna die *why step?*
Show no mercy
You hit with more bricks than new?
We spit raps that are totally murderous
So check out how these herbs get touched
Nigga you ain’t servin us Roll with cats who smoke more trees than the flash and burn techniques
Red fleets, Pulp Fiction style
We make like fly swatters and smash pests
Keep your bodies looking like samples for the Rorscach Test
Gots to have everything between L.A. and Queens locked
Uh huh, word, uh huh word, yo yo, check it out
Cunninlynguists, know what I’m saying?
You know how we do
I mean, you probably don’t know how we do but you’re about to find out.
Like wha, like wha…