Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Face 2 Face , by - Motion Man. Release date: 30.11.2002
Song language: English
Face 2 Face |
| We puttin' in work, Kutmasta Kurt break down the bass |
| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place) |
| We diggin' in crates, makin' papes all across the states |
| Who wanna go against the hard knock trife? |
| Demonstration of self |
| Fuck what ya heard, that' how the Yard rocks mics |
| I stretch perfecto, poetry penetratin' through your chest blow |
| Wrestlin' with the written, straight spittin' about to explode |
| It’s ocknaughtin, and I shall never be forgotten |
| Rappers be actin' hard but really soft just like cotton |
| Once I switch gears, I gets down off the cadence |
| My train of thought brave, rhymes with all kinds of changes |
| I bust faster, fuckin' with Kurt the Kutmasta |
| Touch my microphone is the reason you’ll get your ass whipped |
| Razor sharp precision slash it, to get the cash quick |
| I heard the track murder my mental and then I smashed it |
| Straight coastin' - Motion Man, bam, it’s settled |
| I’m hot shit meltin' through the motherfuckin' ghetto |
| Blazin', mainstream, makin' shit happen |
| As the first real West Coast emcee to turn Platinum |
| (Motion Man) |
| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place) |
| We puttin' in work, Kutmasta Kurt break down the bass |
| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place) |
| We diggin' in crates, makin' papes all across the states |
| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place) |
| Pullin' all nighters cause we writers and the joints don’t stop |
| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place) |
| And if ya hot ya hot, and if ya not ya not |
| Biochemical, biodegradable, biological |
| But not bio-sexual partna, bioracial |
| Switch up tones on you, smack up your facial |
| Chameleon, tryin' to make a million and it’s on |
| I’m a lizard, mixed with Mother Nature’s form of a blizzard |
| Salmonella scaly rain, swing the mic like a wizard |
| Don’t mess with smart kids off alcohol with dunce hats to fit you all |
| Return siris for the whole street brawl |
| Send dirty ashey rappers back to the studio, like babies they crawl |
| Like snakes they shed, I’m flyin' that head |
| Doin' failure, sets of push-ups after sex in the bed |
| I’m ready to roll again — dip-dip-dip-doo-da, insert it in |
| I be strokin' like McGwire and Sosa to bypass Roger Maris |
| And get a day off like I’m Ferris |
| Bueller, Bueller, Bueller — absent from the scene |
| Rappers hear that avalanche is comin', won’t proceed |
| I’m a mixer, form of a blender, add in many phrases |
| Chop it up, rotatin' a solid into a lyrical liquid |
| Get up to the plate and switch hit with a verbal bat to swing up |
| Knock a dent and I won’t ding up, after I rip |
| Leavin' the mic smellin' like Old Gold from my top lip |
| My cut up at you like clippers to fade ya |
| Sit in the chair as I edge your head with Planet Asia |
| You might be disappointed when sharp cuts |
| Connect to your forehead, expose your black head |
| (Motion Man) |
| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place) |
| We puttin' in work, Kutmasta Kurt break down the bass |
| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place) |
| We diggin' in crates, makin' papes all across the states |
| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place) |
| Pullin' all nighters cause we writers and the joints don’t stop |
| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place) |
| And if ya hot ya hot, and if ya not ya not |
| What’s your last request you nappy Fred Williams chest |
| You not Shaft nigga, you more like Jimmy Walker skinny |
| Michael Evans, tight denim, lookin' out for Penny |
| I leave rappers like Florida Evans sayin «Damn!» |
| With years of experience I reach my destinations |
| And now I’m gettin' by just off my high expectations |
| Dirty to the core, ghetto score to the symphony |
| Contemporary hip-hop crews you gets no sympathy |
| In this feel I follow, no woman or man or even dollar |
| And I put that on my next heart beat, all down the bottle |
| My peoples out to touch live L.A. ey yo I doubt there’s |
| Another emcee that could probably fuck with me out there |
| No doubt yeah, this be that real hip-hop shit |
| To make y’all motherfuckers run out quick, lookin' to cop this |
| Back again just to slap out your taste |
| Na na na, face to face we came to shake down the place |
| (Motion Man) |
| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place) |
| We puttin' in work, Kutmasta Kurt break down the bass |
| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place) |
| We diggin' in crates, makin' papes all across the states |
| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place) |
| Pullin' all nighters cause we writers and the joints don’t stop |
| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place) |
| And if ya hot ya hot, and if ya not ya not |