Neva B4

Lyrics

Echō Unltd. ft. Problemz - "Neva B4" [Emcee(s): Problemz] [Producer(s): SOP (Smoked Out Productions) {Original Instrumental from SOP (Smoked Out Productions) - "Styles"}] [Verse 1: Problemz] Ayyo, well, it be no Other than that nigga that got you screaming, "Why, oh why?!?" When I Spark the chocolate thai, them batty bwoy gwan die Coming directly from Brooknam, Flatbush to be specific, ready to Rip this like confetti, then I be jetty like Andretti with The quickness. That nigga named Problemz handle his business, possess More gifts than Saint Nicholas (When?) on Christmas The lyrical techniques that I display are marvelous, and I'm not that Nigga from 7UP with the bald head. I be the novelist The rhymer (Rhymer) bench-pressing rappers and mad drama, making 'Em pause like a comma when I register my armor Remember me? I be the number one Problem of the industry Stomping wack emcees with my Timberlands like centipedes So play the background like an extra while I flex the Obese lyrical styles that make your wifey wanna get next ta The nigga you fear, kicking new "Flavors In Ya Ear" 'cause I can Get down like Craig Mack and cut your ass up like Premier With razor-sharp lyrics similar to spirits 'cause they get in ya Like Keith Murray, possess mad flavor like curry, throwing Flurries like a blizzard. What is it? Niggas can't handle this I'm nothing but Problemz, downright rugged and scandalous Originally from Crown Heights, but now I dwell in Flatbush On-point like a cactus, I bust raps like I'm at target practice Leaving permanent slugs up in your cerebellum (Oh!) I meant to tell you to tell him before I split his melon—stop selling him Dreams (Dreams), talking about tough shit, trying to look mean on The TV screen, but he'll get ruptured like a spleen, that bitch-ass Nigga. He should have known better to fuck with SOP, especially The P-R-O-B-L-E-M-Z 'cause that's me [Hook: Problemz] Never before in this century has there been an emcee Or should I say this industry?—that can comprehend with me Never before in this century has there been an emcee Or should I say this industry?—that can comprehend with me [Verse 2: Problemz] It's 1995, but I get Hotter than 97 whenever I spark up an L and start to yell like the reverend and be Screaming on niggas, catching the Holy Ghost and the whole nine Revoking their emcee licenses and locking 'em down like po-9 I possess the lyrical powers that make you stop, look, and listen If rap was a religion, I'd be preaching Buddhism Sparking lethal with my people, studying lessons while Conniving emcees who commit sins count their blessings My thoughts be deeper than the scriptures in the Quran, my Delivery be explosive like firearms in Brooknam Never before in this century has there been an emcee Or should I say this industry?—that can comprehend with me And that's the reason they call me Problemz. It's harder than granite To understand it—therefore, niggas can't solve him My flow (Flow) can be best described (Described) as slippery (Slippery) But my delivery be agonizing (Ha!) like misery I rhyme excessively and endlessly (Why?) 'cause I'm sentenced To a life of rap like convicts in the penitentiary (What?!?) [Hook: Problemz] Never before in this century has there been an emcee Or should I say this industry?—that can comprehend with me Never before in this century has there been an emcee Or should I say this industry?—that can comprehend with me