Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Basix, artist - DJ JS-1.
Date of issue: 15.07.2007
Song language: English
Basix |
This here’s what you will find in… The Basix |
Pitch clear rhythm & rhymes, cuts… The Basix |
JS and QN5, it’s… The Basix |
Breaks-mix-bass-kicks-stage-spit-BASIX! |
Aight, kids… Follow these flows, clock the basics |
Why’s shit gotta be so complicated |
Hi, Tigg… down to see Tone rock the basement? |
Fine, Bitch! |
copy them old rotten playlists |
(that made 10!) |
Who’s trying to come at me with that first grade shit? |
I hope he got access to a first aid kit |
I barely listen past the first words they spit |
And they always stay pissed, cause their verse ain’t shit |
Well I’m certainly straight tripping, till my rage ends |
My brain tends to kill petty grudges, Because it’s mad gay when you stay bent |
With a day spent in cyphers, I get more rotation than J’s decks |
You know that my feet’ll be hitting original ground whenever the plague steps |
And if we break bread that means that we never stopped for a breather |
Millionaires even after we split profits between us |
I put in work in a jobless arena |
Scream from top of the corporate ladder, while you give the office a cleanup |
Niggas biting my style like it’s follow the leader |
Your girl’s on my dick too… she swallowed a liter |
I’m off the wall like 99 bottles of beer |
And when my squadron appears, you’ll be hiding in fear |
So slide to the rear — truth is you’re insignificant |
Tracks ain’t interesting… hardly worth mentioning |
I know that I’m far from a star, but the difference is |
I rap the way the cats who started this pictured it |
This here’s what you will find in… The Basix |
Pitch clear rhythm & rhymes, cuts… The Basix |
JS and QN5, it’s… The Basix |
Breaks-mix-bass-kicks-stage-spit-BASIX! |
We got you vibing to our music like «how do they do it?» |
And make the hotties lose control of their bodily fluids |
Think you’re stopping these 2 kids? |
Then dude you gotta be stupid |
Cause if I ever lost a battle, shit I probably threw it |
You got a whore to culture? |
Son, it’s not to be rude |
But I gotta get moving, cause I’m bout to be tooling your spouse in a few |
Kid, her flowers' in bloom… so, I’m sprouting her tulips |
Then I’m stocking her womb full of cock and then spewing some pollen into it |
And these scavengers be hunting tryin' to find an exclusive |
They’re camping outside of the studio and copying blueprints |
Went from a student of constant improvement |
To plotting all my hip-hop maneuvers way before Nas did a tour and Das hit the |
sewers |
We grimy and ruthless… dig inside ya pockets for 2 cents |
You’re rockin' a noose, never seen a crew so proud to be losers |
(16) You think you’re tight? |
That’s a common illusion |
Well… the odds of you rocking a room’s like trying to find a dude named |
Mohammed that’s Jewish |
You gotta be clueless. |
I normally don’t hop to conclusions |
But if you’re rockin', I assume the crowd is probably booin' |
You’re stepping to the crew? |
We gonna leave your body in ruins |
So when you fuckin' with The Plague bring an inoculate too. |
And while you clowns are amusing, you’ll drown in a pool of your countless |
excuses |
‘Bout why you ain’t as polished as QN5 as a unit |
Well, it’s obvious fool, but your mind’ll refuse it |
Ain’t saying Godly; |
but you can just doubt that we’re human till doctors can |
prove it |