Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rhymes for the Deaf, Dumb and Blind, artist - Blackalicious. Album song Melodica, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2012
Record label: INgrooves
Song language: English
Rhymes for the Deaf, Dumb and Blind |
I got rhymes for the deaf dumb and blind |
And a 20/20 eyesight; |
big mouth yappin |
Crystal clear ear competition mere child’s play |
When I’m formin up, can’t be guarded now, sendin y’all to the |
Drawing board, I floored niggaz with the skills |
I’m sick and bored, of all the triggers and the steel |
That you’re cappin; |
why don’t you give all that weak shit a rest |
And start rappin — I’m puffin the buddha bless yes I’m packin |
BOWLS, and spittin the rhymes on? |
testabra? |
Be like D’Wayne from _What's Happening_ talking about «Uh-uhh!» |
Ya, can’t defeat me, delete me, beat me, greet me |
With a grin or, get your chin jaw and your neck broke |
And then I’ll rip off your arm and throw it in a stew -- |
Boy I’ll make mincemeat of you,? |
speed a few, wimps eat a few |
Shirmps need a new, temp-orary mind-boggler, follow me, G |
Niggerole, bigger flows, hover over small ones |
Others flows will fall, come and get some |
Runnin shit one rhyme AFTER the next |
Master the flexology, follow me, take all of me |
Fuck a beast, buck a beast, sucker please |
Don’t you know _Miuziweighs-a-freakin-ton_ like Chuck D’s? |
Psych! |
Thought I would contradict myself, didn’t ya? |
I’m gettin ya |
I’m hittin ya ass with bass all in your face so taste the bit |
In ya, bowls of Soul, get on a Train but I’m not Don Cornelius |
Really it’s not no gimmicky shit like chicken popcorn |
Now new and meatier, shootin like a meteor |
Beats fat and beatier, feed me your brain child |
The strange style contains foul language |
So tell you kids to go to sleep so the beat can enhance you ock |
If you a rapper grab your mic broke cancel the glock yo' |
Ass is grass and I’m the lawnmower hey bonhead nigga |
Put your rhyme in the towaway zone |
Red’s all I see like if my name was El Toro |
On the land, smokin a reefer, underwater smokin a coral reef |
I squash beef like a meat grinder |
I’m the kind of chief rocker to seek and destroy boys |
Oy, I’m all of that and a plate of chitlins |
So won’t you sit and listen to the way I flip the script |
Like, a beat to make a flip to beat to breakin shit |
Delete you makin hits complete awaken kids I eat ya |
Like a batch of bacon bits takin it to the next step |
LET’S GET ILL |