Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crab Rappers, artist - Nonchalant. Date of issue: 25.03.1996
Song language: English
Crab Rappers |
| Crab rappers!, You need to shut your mouth you don’t want none |
| You need to shut your mouth you don’t want none… |
| Yo! |
| stoned is the wake of the walk, I know you feel me |
| My crew might be sway, yo, but I can see you clearly |
| Smilin', while you robbin' me for my stylin' |
| You need to stop, before you find your grave on Long Island |
| I’m pilin', blowin' stacks, closin' racks |
| It’s all Non here, over ruffneck tracks |
| I’m on a mission, dismissing, all that ass kissin' |
| Before my lyrics burn a hole in your neck, that’s what I’m wishing |
| I’m tapping spines along with your mind |
| Cause I made you feel good when I rocked your whole 'hood |
| My soul run deep, like a crack in the street |
| I keep it real, so you can feel, my true skills |
| 100%, like Absolute, Get gin, you wanna blend with the new trend |
| I got you swaying, whats to say…, You never felt the really real |
| Let me run a tab, and let your ass pay the bill |
| Now wait a minute, hold up, you still wanna test me |
| I’m spraying out lyrics like water from a jet-ski |
| Oh no! |
| You’re still not stepping |
| Towards the same mic I rocked as soon as I crept in |
| Cause I been doing this thing for a whole lot longer |
| And if you wanna rock the spot, you better funk stronger |
| Keep on, and I’ma have to unleash |
| The true funk baby that ain’t nothing but a beast |
| You need practise. |
| then again, it ain’t worth it |
| My brain is a computer so that means I’m word perfect |
| Blowin' through the 'hood, just cold knockin' spots off |
| Get nothing but a chicken and Nonchalant’s got your hot sauce |
| Play your cards right now you sweat the inner city |
| I got all the diamonds so hard so plus I got the kitty |
| You still wanna test me, you must be gun simple son |
| I kick a funky flow like a bowl of rolled chilli’s |
| Now put your mind on the matter, to call your next batter |
| I’m knockin' home runs in your ass so what’s the matter |
| A' take your time cause the funky rhyme blow your mind |
| Strut my stuff cause I’m so tuff, and hard to find |
| In this maze of amazement I got you cornered |
| Cut your dimes and your nickels cause you know your money’s spent |
| Meanwhile back at the ranch, take a chance |
| On this funky head bob that’s gonna make you dance |
| Now even the funky chickens who can make up on the twist came in |
| But do the chicken with the twist and you can blend |
| Put your eyes on the prize, we gonna take a ride |
| So deep in your soul you got tears in your eyes |
| You blinded by the light, now can you see me |
| Cause I know that you feel me cause I’m cutting like a knife |
| With the phife, you flow is so weak I call your punk |
| You starvin' for some soul, yo, you need to bite a chunk |