Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Top Qualified, artist - Lateef
Date of issue: 21.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Top Qualified |
Fire up the hit |
We gona say it — say it |
Do it — do it |
Make it good |
We’re top qualified |
We’re top qualified |
We’re top qualified |
Yeah we’re top qualified |
It all started when I |
Took it and hit it then |
Hip Hop had never been the same |
Soon as we hit the limit |
I was bound to get in it for the crown |
Glory storyboard euphoria |
Choreaographer laughter master editorial |
Guider glider provider book writer |
Making you tighter outsider strider |
Who made the pied-piper sniper into fighter |
Cryogenically frozen b-boy posing |
Trapped in a capsule wrapped so brilliantly |
This captain one-man wrap show broken axle |
They thaw me out so stall me out |
They brought me out for a reason |
They call me out for this particular task |
Don’t ask just know |
Brains and brawn the game of pawns |
Remaining calm against a gang of cons |
I came & gone in the wind like dust |
And bust again combustible pen |
We all gotta dig down deep within |
And defend this frontline |
I want mine to resemble the coming of a new day |
Top qualified bonafide signified niggafied dignified |
MCz of CA (of California) |
Probably the only time in history |
Y’all gone find this caliber MC |
Poll’n on one track it’s risky |
Ollly — oxen — free! |
Ooh the possibilities |
My soliloquy on this industry |
We make records and y’all make Wham — O — Frisbees |
Catch it dog! |
Lyrically we hard for y’all to pick up on |
For us this is stock delivery |
Caught y’all off guard! |
Crept up on y’all didn’t we? |
Y’all out shopping putting lots of dollars |
In other people’s pockets |
Not talking about nothing honest positive or otherwise interesting |
That’s why when y’all fall off |
And y’all want us to drop that extra dime |
Inside the empty carton of Haagen Dasz ain’t no sumpathy |
Cause the jewels that we drop are the most flawless rocks |
On the periodic charts period honest to God end of story |
Put simply we the new trinity times two |
Ooh Jiminy Crickets look who’s with me |
We too deadly we the new symphony uh! |
Another victory |
We more GabStracter |
Than many a wack rapper |
That wanna be tough acting |
But really they fudgepackers give 'em |
Service rendered we hurt a pretender |
Urban music defender |
And murder you to the end of the track rip 'em |
I’m back wit 'em we got 'em back peddling that did it |
Stract’s settling what was past due from last credit |
You couldn’t win with all the raffle tickets Ab said it |
You can take it to heart |
I’ll break you apart & always hit my mark |
With the state of the art edition |
We’re finishing what we start |
In L.A. it’s raw they etch 'em |
With an outlining in chalk |
For the Haiku rhyme we’re making |
Word to the Quanuum verb we’re conjugating |
Styles illuminate to form a California constellation |
This is that heat they warned ya' of |
Double duals the 450 revvin' on |
Cast iron & 10's what the oven’s on |
High it’s a blazing light & the fire’s right here |
We’re killing it, you feeling it? |
You’re chilling huh? |
Got that most evident fm equivalent |
Of that propagandic frequency top billing it |
We stealing it multi syllabic kenpo action |
That will snatch that mic up outta your hands |
And smack you umpteen million times for asking |
Consider it — before you utter even a little bit |
Of rhetoric outta ya lips about whether or not |
This or that coast is the better |
This shit obliterates any competition |
And makes them all look illiterate |
You will lose like the confederates |
Never will we let them shackles the wrists |
Of the fists of mighty men that hold |
The gift of life and death |
To breathe life in again they too repetitive |
In the hands of the wrong man it’s like a sedative |
But we will hold the device right |
Infuse with life and let it live again |
Style one |
Knowledge of spoken words and rums heard |
From stereo cassette tapes material early new wave |
Style two |
Wisdom of working sound systems |
Demos over breakbeat instrumentals listening to KDAY hits |
Style three |
Overstanding me as an MC |
Parakeeted by every thief that ever breathed |
I carry secrets on each leech |
Style four |
Culture has emerged from urban to suburbia turf wars |
Battlezoids receive ulcers |
Style five |
Power to survive the onslaught of heinous jive talk |
I’ve stalked over bloody side walks live |
Style six |
Equality opportunity server to any word nerd version that fits |
And taking my first weed hits |
Style seven |
God bless the child who got his own |
Rhyme zone time tone touch and savvy swagger together |
Style eight |
Build up more business bargains with jargon and video stardom |
Haikulicious Myka |
Style 9 |
«G» be me, he be freely seeking these frequencies releasing |
Peaking reeking thinking so deeply deleting these delinquent |
Eenie meanie tiny toddler rappers sergeant master |
Author blastin' cause disasters falling faster in the zone — stop! |
QP Fellowship elitely keep the e-m in emceeing |
Flee to realms distinguishing the things that bring |
Our beams are gleaming cream your team we deem supreme |
It seems the keen-ness keeps ya screaming |
Means we think & dream free streaming ahead of the flock — stop! |
Fiending meaning leave you steaming |
Seaving weaving teasing these emcees we seasoned |
Easily believe and see the reason we got keys to kingdoms |
Seize and freeze ya please believe or please get these |
Our steeze is cool as breezes we like Jesus when He walks — stop! |
PS no BS like ESP let’s see where styles take us to see ya |
Cuz we out for eons through chaos we free ourselves be ourselves |
Stay out there way out there traveling through thought |