Da Shit

Lyrics

Poops - "Da Shit" [Emcee(s): Poops] [Producer(s): FBoom] [Scratches: FBoom] [Verse 1: Poops] Paragraphs are involved in many proven Murders, so this'll be built on all those I killed A protective shield, some barriers become more Intense, some becoming the security of a stronger Offense. Strangers are now victims, the mind Detects, rough-ass earths move false ground But, yet, I still conquer with sounds. Once The hot winds of Hell blew, there's nothing no one could tell you I got crazy, mad rhymes so you'll Probably see this page on the top floors of Bellevue Torched L's fell through. You should have tooken architec- -ture studies—then you'll learn who can build the skyscraper On a foundation of putty. Some see From me different aspects. I clash, connect, I Smash, wreck, I crash, yes. There ain't no wrecking crew That reached my class yet. I manifest music Then digest instruments with this shit This shit right here [Hook: Sample with Scratches by FBoom] "What is this shit?" - Sample from Outloud on Blahzay Blahzay - "Danger" (x3) [Verse 2: Poops] Facts arranged into strange grips, insane shit Entertainment of a different form. No nine Months of labor, this data is, in an instant, born A seed of a more intelligent species Watch souls we weave as an immortal design, never fine As is human greed. Keeping my written Hits always persistent—even when I thought of my First lyric, my mental capacity boundary lines Weren't restrictive, so, in that instance, I kept A distance from being an amateur to a veteran With more experience. Lyrics are physics Styles from the vials exit out the mouth of the anal Canal to drop this shit This [Hook: Sample with Scratches by FBoom] "What is this shit?" - Sample from Outloud on Blahzay Blahzay - "Danger" (x3) [Verse 3: Poops] Many years ago, you'd hear the flow Inside of a rough rap. Consequences of death But once played through stereo sets, your whole persona was "Fuck that." It was some shit that made the young flip When they knew what rapper was going to flow on that rhyth- -matic drum kick, no regrets, complaints. You wasn't Content 'cause you gained from it. That's right My lab mice. From all the paid hate that I will Concentrate with rhythm then state heavy. I wouldn't Know—there ain't an instrument of scale that could measure Its flow weight, so just hush and stand back, keep A distance 'cause the stench's mixes of decom- -poser aroma and the funky odor that arose from This shit. This shit right here [Hook: Sample with Scratches by FBoom] "What is this shit?" - Sample from Outloud on Blahzay Blahzay - "Danger" (x6) "What is this shit? Rappers want to blossom" - Sample from Outloud on Blahzay Blahzay - "Danger" (x8)