Bring On Ya Best

Lyrics

Poops - "Bring On Ya Best" [Emcee(s): Poops] [Producer(s): FBoom] [Verse 1: Poops] My eyes see where your true courage is. I slaughter and It don't take an explorer to discover this. My mind is flourished with Poetry at a [?] [?] I'll feel, hug better to rip through skin tissue with No issue. I'll still give more shots than a bartender With Poops gone to get it, all crews, squads'll get it No matter the place, I'll still bring it to your face like A cosmetic. When the illusion I'll present you bled through It'll have even a blind squinting like an ori- -ental. It's a must I test you. When emcees hear Ears'll hate, it'll irritate and press you. Like much Is said too when they touch and inject you, I get under your skin Like a blood vessel. I'm just one soul, un hermano That influenced you to follow. In music, I've Broke more records than a three-ton diamond needle on A phono, I don't come from reasoning, I just be Defeating men with a rap and watch emcees lose it—the way They snap, you could swear they were former comedians. I'm never Saying rhymes that were already foretold—those rhymes Been said before your punchlines and metaphors and jewels Wasted and/or old like a homeless man's wardrobe For rhythm and poetry, I created to take this [?] to other lands' invasion and conquer Like they did to America's first natives. In my Time, I've said rhymes that rocked more niggas than slave ships [Hook: Poops] (x3) Who's having doubts about the P-double-O-P-S? Bring on your best [Verse 2: Poops] Once the mic is abducted, I'll be preoccupied Some burn emcees, but you wouldn't know who got fried until The smoke subsides. The blast from my toner has emcees' Bodies with craters, holes bigger than ones in the ozone layer This is homicidal vinyl on your record players For foes, it's automatic, the deceased'll increase when I Release a masterpiece to murder, I'm an addict. Kid, it Becomes a habit, now I'm addicted to see the living Become nonexistence. For the ones who said [?] auction, better take safety precautions I'll bring no type of good fortune, just disaster To have your favorite rapper put inside a wood coffin Rappers wouldn't panic—when they do, we combinated Two men armed and dangerous unless the ASR and my mic Is confiscated—even then, we still'll be making ceme- -teries overpopulated. You could call this a mu- -sical barbecue, the stage is the grill, and the Charcoal is from the bits of the last kill. So many From [?] got fried just so I could see red niggas' Body let off carbon dioxide. This is the worst thing To a nigga since apartheid, so in reality When I'm rapping, extracting vitality from a person's anatomy I'll claim more people than a psychotic Individual with multi-personalities [Hook: Poops] (x2) Who's having doubts about the P-double-O-P-S? Bring on your best [Verse 3: Poops] Never to Guard lessons but I will draw your attention or eyes So my confession: all I need is a mic to leave A rapper six feet under soil. I be the man to make Your plan foil [?] burn until the Earth's sweat Begin to boil. I'll make a place unsafe for emcees When I Raise Hell like Pinface, never giving Fair fights, little mercy to space life. No-words Emcees' lips ain't zipped, shit, they're airtight—that's why There's no discussion, any thoughts of constructing rhymes Like these only leads to a mind concussion (Man, listen) Lucifer couldn't have these thoughts I'm possessed with So much madness my mind has infested. For those Who've been awaiting, sleeping like a coma patient will awaken When I do my work underground like Satan So there's no other explanation. This ain't the song you'll listen To if you sought salvation. After the verse, all emcees- -'ll fear mine 'cause when a rapper's over the border To when a phobia, just the thought of going near mics- -'ll give you [?] that'll turn your hair white Noticed half of y'all rappers are homeless. When it comes to throat Smoking, your axis couldn't blow up if your coated Was detonated with explosives [Hook: Poops] (x3) Who's having doubts about the P-double-O-P-S? Bring on your best