Bassline

Lyrics

Nick Wiz ft. Nautilus - "Bassline" [Emcee(s): Mad and Kaos] [Producer(s): Mad] [Co-Producer: Nick Wiz] [Verse 1: Mad] You can't fuck with this shit Kick a script, flipping clit, ripping, devastating Record-breaking 40-swigger that's dusting off corny niggas On competition I'm stomping, pissing prompt and swift And freaking verbals like Carl Lewis be leaping hurdles Squashing any discussion of ripping me. Send a sucker To get with me, he'll leave with muscular dystrophy Sober or drunk, I'm flowing a funk that's blowing your trunk Converting a monk and making white men jump Putting rappers in agony, never souped from the flattery Though my skills defy the forces of gravity I storm the gates, drop bombs on the fakes 'til morning breaks When I'm not ripping niggas, I'm chilling with Norman Bates The rеcord for keeping parties jumping? I hold it. It's something you're quoting? It's pumping and potеnt? Make the assumption I wrote it Never sweating techniques. Hit the deck when I creep Your rhymes are disrespect to a beat—hope you kept the receipt Better have stamina, or I'ma sweep you like a janitor Blowing ya to Canada, don't give a damn if ya Come with a taskforce, squad, or militia Hard I'ma hit ya, then tell God come and get ya Give me a beat, and I'm running through it—even when the drums Are muted. Come pursue it? I'll still remain undisputed Motherfuckers try to slander, but, from the Apollo To the Copacabana, Mad ain't no joke with the grammar The mind-blowing, rhyme-flowing, earth-shattering Word-scattering hits are fucking up their nervous system The brain rips apart, it hits the heart. When flows Get graphic, dispose the bastard and close the casket [Verse 2: Kaos] Going for broke or for batter Now what's the chatter? Now Kaos gotta rush and scatter Thrusting dagger, bust and shatter whoever discuss the matter The factal-flipper, not a Green-Bay-Packer-picker The questional-chapter-chipper, professional rapper-ripper It ain't nothing like the venom vocabulary We spin in an adversary, dig in 'em and shatter every Structure to puncture the penetrator, but I'll be the levitator Renegader remaining forever flavor So spare the drums on the drastic calamity when Grass-fed insanity, the sarcastic profanity be vanity No slump, there'll be nothing but bold stunts Closing up gold fronts, fucking up whole months I got no love for ya, the rest'll be bugging ya, gives A fuck about none of ya, put a slug in your jugular When I attack, I take, there's no way to snap or shake I captivate, decapitate, evacuate, and aggravate Any flunky who feeling lucky. Now I gotta Mash 'em and Burn 'em like Jamal from Kentucky There's no slipping, snoozing when I get the mission, cruising Even with no distribution, Kaos is an institution Is it your place to assume that I bring Bass to the boom and drink a case on the moon