Lyrics Gossip Synopsis - Theory Hazit

Gossip Synopsis

Talkin' all that jazz
Now what it do mayn?
What it do?
What it do mayn?
He talkin all that jazz
Now what it do mayn?
What it do?
Now what it do mayn?
What it do?
You know it’s funky funky funky when you hear it from hearsay
And most of your dirty laundry gets airplay
Watch what you say about Hazit
You need to cut class and go play in some traffic
(I'm just playin') No that’s my sentiments exactly
Acting like you need attention badly
You mad because your album didn’t grab me
I pray you get your skill up
And stop wearing a mask like Ghostface Killah
(That's right ya’ll) seems the devil would tell the truth
I got so much style you thought that Theory Hazit was a group
You better analyze yourself then lose yourself
My juice is felt, like Big Wreck, I move in stealth
assassin, busting shots at the dragon
For passing filthy messages around like a lap dance
Eventually leading to a disease that will seize you
Deceive you, got a crew?
Better tell 'em be true
You know I heard about Theory Hazit?
Yeah, he hot, he an artist and all
Ya nahm sayin?
Think he’s freestyling but they be all written
I also heard that he working with secular artists
Be cussing and everything
I think his favorite rapper is Ace
Yo you know what I heard tho?
You know what I heard
(You got a big mouth)
You make it worse when you don’t come to me first
Aiming at my name and launching your dirt
Get your facts right, you know I blew the spot up last night
Still you digging up garbage that happened in my past life
(He know better) Who you tryna impress?
You assume and second-guess, more walking in the flesh
Backslide, I clap fire that make themselves higher
Outsiders give me the gas face like Al-Qaeda
(That's right ya’ll) You just embarrassing yourself
Parallel to hell, the truth you too arrogant to tell
It’s as easy as doubt, it’s kinda funny but it sucks
Cause the same folks that talk down on me big me up
(Like that ya’ll) And whatchu talkin' 'bout Willis?
Stop feeling yourself, it’s bad for your health (true!)
You don’t even know the story so you make up your own
Entertaining your thoughts while I’m practicing to condone
He ain’t really saved, son
Word up, that’s why he be like, ya nah mean?
With all them secular artists and all that
Because-cuz-cuz, B!
He really hustling like
Ya nah mean?
When he say he hustling, yo he really hustling
He hustling all that, all them type of drugs yo
Yo for real… it’s cuz yo yo cuz yo…
He a cool cat and all, he a cool cat and all but yo…
The tongue strikes like lightning
At least say it to my face, I know you don’t like me
Speaking deaf can get you clapped in the dome
And ya’ll need to leave Michael Jackson alone
Back in the day, if you said I was wack, it was on
I clap on, clap off, light gat on my arms
Megatron, pull the pin, my rap is a bomb
You’s a joke, it ain’t even worth to laugh at your songs
I hustle beats and rhymes, they stay with the Divine
Don’t know what you heard but I take care of me and mine
Everything that I do now is
I don’t have to prove nuttin' to you, I say it again
(Like that ya’ll) And whatchu talkin' 'bout Willis?
Stop feeling yourself (huh?) you killing yourself (true!)
Don’t even know the story so you play without ears
Entertaining your thoughts, I gotta do a show man, see ya!