Posse Slash

Lyrics

[Hook: Samples with DJ Cip One Scratches] "Rap representing" - Sample from [?] (x4) [Interlude 1 (Overlapped with Hook): Karniege] Yo. Hah. Karniege. Listen [Verse 1: Karniege] What you hear now is not a one-hit wonder (Uh uh) One hit, wond-e-rous things happen (Look) We slide out, it's like Crunch, Captain Not the cereal but suited like generals (Let's go) Gripping the mic and moving any rooms See Mighty Jo swing, smack from the bush Grimy flow kings rap out the wood Work when a boy twerk lines this good (Uh huh) Who say we hiding in the hood, playing Holly games? We drop hits here at the party, mayne Listen, woman or child, the hood's in the house Now start looking around for me, Brooklyn-bound (Look) Queens all-city, the kid putting it down (Look) Probably in another town, unhooking her blouse She waving in the air, saying, "Looky, meow" Posse cut bodied her. You better watch it, son [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] Yo, I ain't trying to battle no more. That shit is getting boring The comp sucks. My new hot stuff should get to touring (Hit the road) Words are like weapons soaring, leaving sets unplugged Disrespecting, it gets to you like Lauren Shit's hard. Smoke grass to let it off Me and Vast need cash, so we smash like ghetto raw Straight beating the fuck out this verbal session, stressing this bitch 'Til she's screaming like [?]. With herbal essence, I Spit a TEC at the mainstream, aiming at Fake niggas who gang clean, ain't seen jack Hip hop is much bigger than rap. You going for mines? Get off the crack. Bet on your ride? I break your prize, leave you walking back For the green, I'm a scene from the Hulk attack I'm a vet. You pose no threat. You pussy On the set like commercials with talking cats [Verse 3: Poison Pen] My jersey been in the rafters. Peep this towel-mouth Brooklyn monster. Knuckle up, speedbag your tonsils Poison Pen's name's hitting in the street All I do is threaten dudes to the rhythm of the beat Branch Davidians trail me. Got a cult following Tungsten for tonsils, low blows spit halogen Thought your block was wild? Watch out. It's really off Politicians pop off, turn the city hall to a city morgue (We want it all) If there's a brawl, really, dog, it's prolly us Tour bus boys ain't stalled working on a posse cut Ayyo, lips on your face don't work. Just like I'm On the desert, baby. The same as gamma-ray-strong birth Bitch! [Hook: Samples with DJ Cip One Scratches] "Rap representing" - Sample from [?] [Verse 4: Aesop Rock] Y'all know the name: Aesop fucking Rock. Ain't a damn thing changed Clubbed up in a property in helicopter hell When all he wanted was to drink copper, crawl out of well Jumping Jiminy in a gimme-gimme industry New York bleed bricks, piss huts, and shit liberty Briefing lizards, he sleeps the winters away Weight flips snarky out in demos. Let him keep the scissors And all that good-good. Smoked out and mobile When his tummy growls in vowels, shit almost looks remotely simple (Oh) Slumped on every portly mobile. Porky ogre ace ignored A forty focal. Folk adored a forgey quirksy motor Fuck what I'm gon' be. This luck of the ugly And I'm half-man, wormy, flunked, fucked. What? Dirty From the dump, suck dump truck. Let the peril fester Right? Curb your little ninjas and we'll all break bread together [Verse 5: Vast Aire] I know niggas in the street who delete oxygen If you ain't really 'bout it, don't box him in (Don't do that) There's no water but you gonna go swimming We don't like y'all. We like women (I like girls) You lie sweet but the truth's like lemon If you touch her right, she'll start grinning (She'll start grinning) I got something if you want to touch hands Sucker emcees better change they plans Pass the baton. I'll end the dash (End the dash) That ain't all the herb. It's only the stash And this ain't a posse cut. It's more of a slash Part of the hurricane—only the splash Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have You trying to grab the Aire? You don't know the half Hah. You better off up north And when you thinking we got you, the lights go off