Bring It

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm not your average type of rapper, with the verbal chit-chatter I hit matter, making your whole backbone shatter split Then turn around like that old-school type of break And the earth shaking with the beats that Herbalise is making Freaking turn up my level 'til the shit starts speaking Coming for the ass, like I miss on the heat sinking I reckon I got you out double-checking the sleeve Wish my songs extended like some chickens with weaves I pass on the cash, don't skip in my stash on The brainwaves setting my path to straight days, I hate that Wait, it seems that the negative views Got these fools going out for green, cloth and jewels Tools to stimulate the mind, I keep polished like silver shine Making the bottle up of emcees quiver I can't deliver whole songs with no curse Sendin' rappers on their way like 60 segregated buses [Chorus] Bring it on if you wanna The rap style's gonna Hit ya back, split ya Take ya back to the under Bring it on if you wanna The rap style's gonna Hit ya back, split ya Take ya back to the under Bring it on if you wanna The rap style's gonna Hit ya back, split ya Take ya back to the under Bring it on if you wanna The rap style's gonna Hit ya back, split ya Take ya down to the under, now [Verse 2] I bring it while ocean sips it singing Ain't nothing in, vibrating ears 'till they start to ring it Circulates like a centrifuge Sometimes I pronounce names wrong like [?] I go the extra mile just to catch [?] Or brains without the aid of a TEC Emcees putting protection like some worms and some [?] Running lines like tip-saying, lyrical worker [?] sorta version of this if it's on this Coming cleaner than [?] or a box of [?] [?] now, ain't that terrible Bite my rhyme style, crunch delicious, it's edible I'm incredibly nice, the mic device feedback twice Resurrecting the skills like Christ I don't blaspheme, I just say what my ass means Take it the wrong way and get hit with the blast, fiend For cash if you wanna, the lead team of runner Spoke and scam to have your crew taken down in under Energy's potentially kinetic, your style's pathetic Claiming self understadin' but you just don't get it [Chorus] Bring it on if you wanna The rap style's gonna Hit ya back, split ya Take ya back to the under Bring it on if you wanna The rap style's gonna Hit ya back, split ya Take ya back to the under Bring it on if you wanna The rap style's gonna Hit ya back, split ya Take ya back to the under Bring it on if you wanna The rap style's gonna Hit ya back, split ya Take ya down to the under, now [Outro] I break the microphone with the superfly delicious hyper tone Enter the writer zone, bugging light when I riding on Now we can do this any way you wanna bring it I rhyme, scratch, produce or even sing it I caress the mic, finesse like The Lord Blessed pens to write verse, strike back like a light sword Hittin' the chord, pseudo lyricists will get floored You can't swing it, and If you think so Then bring it