Lyrics What's That Buzzing? - P.O.S

What's That Buzzing?

Yeah
Y’all hold up
Patterin' batterin'
Splatterin' words
Over beats
No dead chatterin'
Cattlin' sheep’s streets
I’m rattlin' scenes
Drummin' the beats
To clear the breach
So fear can reach
The loose leaf
Yeah riggity
Rickety Pete
Cough up kings
Like who’s sicker than me?
Spit up bling
And lumps of nicotine
You lung butter
Some on my tongue
With a ton
I’ma muscle
Mother fucker
Mother fucker freeze
Promise of somethin' Geez!
These other MCs
Don’t bust their seeds
They duds they wet wicks
Don’t burn
Concerned for cash
They showin' their ass
Like gaucho pants
Like Graucho’s stash
I’m livin' the matches
Out past yeah
Fuck 'em if they can’t breathe my smoke
Fuck 'em if they can’t learn to cope
Fuck 'em if they stereotype, right?
I’ll rock the boat
Don’t give a fuck if they don’t
I don’t hide out
No no no
I’ll do me
You do exactly who you think you should be
No no no
This ain’t a choice (nuh-uh)
It’s a breath
It’s a blink
It’s involuntary
It’s swim or it’s sink
For a stone like me
With the right amount of spin
You could skip
Leave ripples
Dip, live simple as a young cat
Road never play a back
Black with a black flag patch
On my hat sat and laughed at
Do my own thing
Let me craft that
I will not sing your anthems
I cancel 'em
Noble I sing the songs for the dead
I dance on 'em
Everything that we touch turns gold
we never set goals
See, everything that we touch gets stole
And then sold for a cost that we can’t afford, come on
I recognize real
Lift your oversized
No no no
Yeah, I’ll do me
You do exactly who you think you should be
No no no
Whole heart, never rest, let the beat do the rest
Everything that we touch turns gold
we never set goals
See, everything that we touch gets stole
And then sold for a cost that we can’t afford, come on
Everything that we touch turns gold
we never set goals
See, everything that we touch gets stole
And then sold for a cost that we can’t afford, come on
I won’t hide out, uh-uh
No no no