Puttin On The Hits

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Latee] Outside the crowd friskin' trying to get a foot in And in the booth we're put-put-puttin' on a hit My voice will feel right 'cause I'm about to get all into it And I'ma do it quick as the signal, cooler than an igloo And I'ma stand there, dressed in the big blue Sweatsuit, I'm here to recruit, ya better dance 'Cause I just might shoot ya With rhymes and not bullets, DJ Mark pull it Back but don't lack, just let 'em see the [?] Then if you're paid, then take it as a memento Some are fun but it ain't that simple Pause for example when I rock the mic Yo, this is what it'll sound like If each one'll teach one every man a lesson Me, the MC that'll add just one Word to describe the brothers that tried Lie or should I let that slide Well I'ma tell you 'cause it's kinda hard to keep a secret [?] weep with The folks who don't like it, hurry up quick Bet ya change ya mind 'cause I'm nothin' to mess with Seek it and you shall find That I'm designed to provide the poetic incline Rappers that pretend, then I'ma step in And then all the wack bullcrap will end So get down to the funky sound DJ Mark get on the mic ya got the DJ crowd [Verse 2: DJ Mark The 45 King] I'm not tryna be rude, I'm not trying to diss one I know you wanna rock to a beat like this one Or the next one, my mirror deflects ya Make the girls of the world wanna give me affection Vocal arranger, they get changed, I Act like you don't know me, treat me like a stranger A matter of fact ya act instead of react Wanna hear it again, I use jack, I spit it back One time, or maybe two Never mind, this is what I'm gonna do Teach ya MCs a lesson, I'm not fessin' Keep ya guessin' umm I stay fresh and Never stale, let alone me fail I'ma winna, and-a record spinna Part time rappers MCs beware Do the industry a favor find another career 'Cause I'm better than half of you I might share a rap or two Don't challenge me because they all gonna laugh at you My mic is a sword, I hope you on the call I'll blow up, praise the Lord, here's a beats but don't applaud Rock, rock, y'all and ya don't ya dare stop You don't ya dare stop the body rock 'Cause I'm a new gun maker, promise breaker Dominoes standin', aeroplane landin' Backgammon winnin', 45 spinnin' Sunday prayer, the rhyme sayer The new sure shot that everybody got New sure shot on your record playa If I was an artist I'd be Picasso With a paintbrush, but I'm not so Play it back but what I can rap I got ten years experience under my cap So get on the [?] on a rock shock to stay on the Laid back, stay back if ya really want it I jump aside, I jump aside I jump aside, party people jump on it! [Outro] Yo this goin' out to my man Ramsey D And the rest of the Ram Enterprise posse in effect