Makin’ It Blend

Lyrics
[Verse 1: Q-Tip] Abstract — Queens cat, what we lookin' at? Sixth sense, too immense, smellin' is the fact Out here, you got your shiesty cats stabbin' back for some track Until we take it back, you probably won't be feelin' rap [Verse 2: Wordsworth] Wordsworth — Crooklynite, what it lookin' like? Five senses, nine inches, five-foot in height Out here, you got ya crooks and heists Shook and shiest look-alike Payed off the books from dice Good lookin', the hooker tight [Hook] Us! You! They and them! Yo! Her and him! We make it blend, I said we makin' it blend Yo! Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh C'mon! Us! You! They and them! Yo! (The beat!) Her and him! We make it blend, I said we makin' it blend Yo! (To the beat!) (Do it to the beat!) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh C'mon! [Verse 3: Q-Tip] Back when I came out, first joint I hit it out New styles to talk 'bout, new ground to walk about Still breakin' shit wit' the hammer of Thor, God Bigger than Asgard, hittin' ya ass hard Act it out 'cause there's no time to word shit You never win wit' Wordsworth the wordsmith [Verse 4: Wordsworth] The verse gets tighter every second the earth twists Heard it's Q-Tip and Words' — you had to purchase Prefer this, now wait a minute, what's that I heard skip? Nerves twitch, played this so much, it's probably your third disc On purpose, at your service, basement to surface Learn this — how can you rehearse somethin' that's perfect? [Verse 5: Q-Tip] Isn't it funny when you use your favorite pen And get your rhyme pad, write shit that's truly bad? Embarrass yourself, make a fuckin' mockery End the hypocrisy, you never toppin' me I'm the monopoly, in jail is your cacophonies of unfair policies In there, you're rottin', B You hit the lottery? Well, then you spottin' me I'm extortin' you of all your natural bodilies [Verse 6: Wordsworth] A-yo, it gotta be the way I respond that makes you honor me Song hittin', award winnin' — y'all just the nominees Play it safe, I'll arrange your wake My paper mate will have my label mate's album released a later date Police patrol the city 'til I'm as old as fifty Hat back, clothes won't fit me, causin' 5-0 to frisk me My hands are ammunition, banned like contraband in prison I'm who you wanna be, blowin' out your candles wishin' [Hook] Makin' it.. makin' it blend Yo! Makin' it blend Makin' it.. makin' it blend Yo! Makin' it blend Makin' it.. makin' it blend Yo! Makin' it blend Makin' it.. makin' it blend Make.. makin' it blend [Verse 7: Wordsworth] Yo, I like a woman wit' a bangin' body The face and frame of Halle Attitude — angry, snotty Speaks slang and cocky Time to hang, ain't gotta bring a posse Through rainy days she got me, like Whitney stay wit' Bobby [Verse 8: Q-Tip] Yo, your cake is in the kitchen, your wishful premonition Is turned around by my firm thoughts of demolition It's time to numb your run and dim your vision It's time to give up the hopes and dreams of major acquisition [Verse 9: Wordsworth] Ain't got a drop-top that goes zero-to-sixty But after shows, ladies drop tops and show they titties Across the globe, you can't oppose, it's risky Or even go against me I'm Words', so every time that you flow, you spit me [Verse 10: Q-Tip] We in the asphalt, you caused your last fall Insult to injury is where we curse the salt Douse the open wound to the tomb It's time to sit back and watch professionals in full bloom [Hook] Us! You! They and them! Yo! (To the beat!) Her and him! We make it blend, I said we makin' it blend Yo! Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh C'mon! Us! You! They and them! Yo! (Do it to the beat!) Her and him! We make it blend, I said we makin' it blend Yo! (To the beat!) (Do it to the beat!) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh C'mon! [Outro: Sample with scratches] Do it to the beat! Do it to the beat! To the beat! To the beat! To the beat!
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Credits
- Writers
- Q-Tip
- Wordsworth
- RoddyRod