Lyrics Humans Get All The Credit - Puppetmastaz

Humans Get All The Credit

Snuggles:
Puppetmastaz breakin' the dancefloors
From here to where?
— to here!
Frogga:
I must commit that Bruce Lee is the best
Of all damn creatures that I had in my test
He’s the best, Baby, but you know I knocked him out
He got on his dull face I knocked him on his snout
He said «who is it?»
«It's the Puppet MC
See you shall be the loser, Mr. Bruce Lee
I be the winner
And I be cookin' dinner
But not for you
You can drink out of my big blue shoe, yeah!»
Humans get all the credit
They’re gonna regret it
It was a puppet who said it
Puppetmastaz, where you at
Puppetmastaz verbal fat
(lip drop, hip hop verbalfat)
Snuggles:
It’s me not you, one two
It’s me, not Michael Jackson
A bomb the planet with b’s and see
Civilisation vanish — It’s me
A b c, it’s me (Snuggles comin' hit it)
Flip a coin to the jukebox
Dip the chips and pop the flow corks
Rhyme rolls over ice blocks
I hang flows on dry wracks
Vapourize and fill tracks
To the rim of the rumglass
Grasp my my mass in g for juice
In time for tea for tastebuds
Raise the slushpup
Bass at busstop
Whip the doowop
Kick the fuss up
Drip the make up
Drop the make up
Came to eat the cake up
Maloke:
I was in the B.O.G.
the B.O.G
When i heard a voice and it paralyzed me slowly
I’m talking bout diana ross
Now living glamorous
Now living high on the hot sauce
Now living a dream
Now living a life full a cream
A motown booty queen
I see it in her eyes
She had the whole world just hypnotized
Do I even need to mention
That hip hop noses is a puppet invention
Let the truth be known
Figgaz like us hipnotize on the microphone
I like to talk, Mr. malock
Here to reclaim the top spot 'cause i rockrock
When i see your face on my radar screen
I’m a show you who’s really supreme
Humans get all the credit
They’re gonna regret it
It was a puppet who said it
Puppetmastaz, where you at
Puppetmastaz verbal fat
(lip drop, hip hop verbalfat)
Croucho:
You shoot bullets an' money
I shoot credits and honey
Me’s the croucho I come soucho
You think it suits you
I’m gonna glue glue you
On the floor with your shoe
Better than Clint Eastwood
Or Robin Hood look at my foot
It be small and therefore faster
Yo — I’m a puppetmasta