Lyrics We Did It First - Nasty Knuckles, Grand Scheme, Vanderslice

We Did It First

Dutchmen
Let’s talk about
Let’s talk about the trash, let’s talk about the garbage
'Bout how the God been goin' hard and throwin' bars retarded
Dissolve your squadron, soak 'em in acid
Taped, tied, do-si-do, rope-a-dope on you bastards
Like, let’s talk about it, kid, 'bout how a savage live
Au naturel, no additive, now ain’t that a bih?
'Bout how I bag it quick, throw it to fiends
My protocol is more than raw, it’s the American dream, shit
About the paper chase and the cream trapper
The beast master done squeezed faster than all these weak rappers
Flying Dutchmen
Never learned to read the signs
Let’s think about what it all means
I never seem to have the time
Let’s talk about
Let’s talk about me, how I laugh at commercial
Master my circle, rappers now ain’t got half of my verbal (nah)
Life’s a lesson, a knife’s a weapon
Precise aggression lets me take flight on a session
Let’s talk about it, how I’m nicer than you
If I rhyme on the stage or I rhyme in the booth
Music now is some garbage, these rappers, they pick flowers
My Foundation stands tall like the twin towers
When we fall, we regroup, unite and spit power
Hip-Hop, we taking that, this shit’s ours
Never learned to read the signs
Let’s think about what it all means
I never seem to have the time
Let’s talk about
Hip-Hop dead in a coffin, these pigs are pork and sausage
Knuckles, the flow is awkward, you coughin' on the carpet
MCs are walkin' targets once they get marked by the marksman
That ass can cook some, sparkin' outside of your crib, I’m parkin'
Let’s talk about these wack lames that’s in the rap game
In every song they claim they pack gangs but really lack brains
Let’s talk about how my style better
Let’s talk about these rap faggots stay inside when it’s foul weather
You wanna talk about it, so then let’s talk about it
No 9 mill, my rhyme kill then put the chalk around it
Never learned to read the signs
Let’s think about what it all means
I never seem to have the time
Let’s talk about
I black out, snap a rapper’s neck at record speed
Best believe you feel my words like blind people when they read
Scrap like taxi driver with a ratchet in my sleeve
Air you out, flee the scene before you have a chance to bleed
The last of a dying breed amongst a bunch of followers
You frauds sound the same, I ain’t afraid to push the envelope
Strong arm your chain so fast, it fracture your collarbones
I smash bitch rappers with a sock full of dominoes
Rock like I’m solid stone and bring it where you rest at
Terrorist plot, blow up your spot like it’s a meth lab
Drawing inspiration with my face all in your sketchpad
Run up on the stage and suffocate you with your sweat rag
My lyrics make your head bang, it’s easy to see
Using box cutters for lobotomies on weakling MCs
I’m putting rappers out of business like I’m EPMD
I’m the greatest, dead or alive, even God would agree
Foul weather
Never learned to read the signs
Let’s think about what it all means
I never seem to have the time
Let’s talk about me for a minute
Well, how do you think I feel about what’s been going on?
Let’s talk about me for a minute
Well, how do you think I feel about what’s been going on?
Let’s talk about me for a minute
Well, how do you think I feel about what’s gone wrong?
Let’s talk about me for a minute
Well, how do you think I feel…