Makin' It Blend-Q-Tip
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Makin' It Blend - Q-Tip
Uh...
Abstract, queens cat, what we lookin at?
Sixth sense, too immense, smellin is the fact
Out here, you got your shiesty cats yappin back bosom track
Until we take it back, you pro'ly won't be feelin rap
WORDSWORTH, brooklyn night, what it lookin like?
5 senses, 9 inches, 5 foot in height
Out here, you got you're ?crooks and hikes,
shook and sheist?, look alike
Payed off the books from dice, good lookin and hookin tight
HOOK 1 :
*"the beat" scratching in*
Us, you, they and them
YO.. her and him
We make it blend I say we makin it blend
YO... *Q-Tip* uh uh uh uh uh uh
Us, you, they and them
YO.. her and him
We make it blend I say we makin it blend
YO... *Q-Tip* uh uh uh uh uh uh
Back when I came out, first joint I hit it out
New styles to talk 'bout, new ground to walk about
Still breakin sh*t wit the hammer of thought god
Bigger than a** god, hittin your a** hard
Act it out cause there no time to word sh*t
You never win wit wordsworth the word smith
The verse gets tighter every second the earth twists
Heard its Q-tip and Words you had to purchase
Refer this, now wait a minute, what's that I heard skip?
Nerves twich, play this so much it's prob'ly your third disc
On purpose, at your service, basement to service
Learn this, how can you rehearse something that's perfect?
Isn't it funny when you use your favorite pen
And get your rhyme pad write sh*t that's truly bad?
Embarrass yourself, make a buck and mockery
In the hipocracy, you never toppin me
I'm the monopoly and jail is your ?catoponese? of unfair policies
Invade your rotten "B", you hit the lottery
Women, you spottin me, I'm extortin you upon your ?matrobotomy?
Aiyyo it gotta be the way I respond that makes you on to me
Song hittin award winnin, y'all just the nominees
Play it safe, I'll arrange your wake
My papermate will have my lable-maced album released a later date
Police patrol the city 'til I'm as old as 50
Hat back, clothes won't fit me, causin fire, old won't frisk me
My hands are ammunition bailin cons or banned in prison
I'm who you wanna be blowin out your candles wishin
HOOK 2 :
*"the beat* scratched in"
Makin it, makin it blend
YO... makin it blend
3x
Makin it, makin it blend
Make, makin it blend
Yo, I like a woman wit a bangin body, the face and frame of Halle
Attitude - angry, snotty, speaks slang and cocky
Time to hangin gotta bring a posse
Through rainy days she got me, like Whitney stay wit Bobby
Yo, your cake is in the kitchen, you wish for preminision
It's turned around by my firm thoughts of demolition
It's time to numb your run and dim your vision
It's time to give up the hopes and dreams that made your aquesition
Ain't gotta drop top dag clothes and roll the 60s
But after shows, ladies drop tops and show their titties
Of course the globe can't oppose, it's risky
Or even go against me, I'm WORDS,
so everytime that you flow you spit me
We in the asphault, you cause your last fall
Insult to injury is where we curse the salt
Douse the open wound to the tomb
Its time to sit back and watch professionals in full bloom
HOOK 1
more scratchin til fade out...