Tuff Gong - Antipop Consortium

You’re nothin, huntin, buntin

Tryin to figure it out, frontin

Fuck that

I’m like tut black

Rap with the stuff that

Chemist’s is tryin to figure now in the lab on lean

Focus straight, channel thirteen

Used to sneak out while pops feet

Kicked back on the couch asleep, lampin

Had some tv’s to shut off

And it was just the straight national anthem

Now I’m campin flows in shows

Another class of rhymin to the foes while they dampin

You’ll not flatter me

I’ll blow you to the wall like an art gallery

Deep like submarine tragedy

Non-stop hits like that bunny with the battery

Yo, man.

spit that shit you were spittin me on the telephone man

What, that news copter doppler shit?

somethin like that?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

All my people in the populus

Let your arms swing like an octapus

M. Sayyid

Since a seed had the need to tell what I see

Saw it up and down, then I flipped quick into the pit stop

Restock and fix the mix up, hit ya clique up

With dirty piss out the dix cup reknicked up

Kicked up, draftin shit to drop on you

Like an f350 dual rear wheel pickup

Plus I get dough without a gat

Just my finger on your back like this is a stick up in a hollow

Didn’t even swallow, I’m gonna start clappin like the apollo

So what I’m sayin is I’m clever, quicker, butter, better, whatever

95 degrees in the breeze or minus six over the bearing seas with no sweater

I’ll always keep you fallin apart like pleather

Vanatta brass and 79 coins in a sock swingin on your spine from behind

You pulled out a nine, I turned into a green light and ran over you mind