Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Animal Hides , by - Dr. SyntaxRelease date: 12.04.2009
Song language: English
Animal Hides |
| Yo, I hold the stage down like it tried to escape |
| So I had to throw my weight around and bind it with tape |
| Still, I stay grounded, live in the place |
| One-Forty-Eight pounds of prime fillet steak |
| Fake clowns catch a pie to the face |
| You suckers need to slow your pace down |
| Start applying your brakes |
| Ill like I came out of the vagina with AIDS |
| That’s why I got my name out on vinyl in crates |
| The legend’s here, serving suckers like I’m Belvedere |
| When I enter from the venue rear bet you many cheer |
| I am the well revered, held it down for several years |
| Worked a circuit big enough to dissect the hemispheres |
| I’m fooling with you 'cause in truth I’m just starting out |
| The rep is minor but the passion you can hardly doubt |
| I’ve got the hardest crowds, rowdier than lager louts |
| Starting bouts, only calming down when they’re passing out |
| In club gigs I can muster up wits |
| To get the hunnies fronting with puckered up lips |
| Some bustas wanna rumble and they’re running up quick |
| Against the number one they should run and jump ship! |
| Man! |
| I’m not a dude with a pimp strut |
| It’s the UK! |
| They don’t play my music in stripclubs! |
| Still I’m producing to sick stuff, this is underground |
| Its not about how many floozies you picked up |
| I did the work, I handled the grind |
| Juggling a nine-to-five so I manage my time |
| Here’s another hot production, I’m back on the line |
| Then I ship it to your doorstep packaged and signed |
| Believe the passion that I pack into rhymes |
| Is actually twice as fat as the aquatic expanse that is dragged by the tides |
| My charismatic acts will rapidly have you slapping your sides |
| Until they’re tattered as the fabric on animal hides |
| And if a man would survive I’d leave a taste so sour |
| He’d be wishing all my patterns were caramelized |
| Fuck a chariot ride I’d rather gallantly stride |
| Into battle using rap like a dagger to fight |
| I’m not a gangster with a slag for a wife |
| A chickenhead after my treasure like she’s Anneka Rice |
| I like a lass to be attractive and nice, the natural type |
| And not a tacky slag acting mad cause I’m grabbing a mic |
| We rock tracks |
| We’ve got that style down to a tee |
| Have you ever in your whole damn life seen a show that can flow so fluidly |