Wipe Your Sweat
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Yo, wipe your sweat homeboy and that's a triple threat
I know you're crazy pet, but just do what I said
A to B, C-sharp to E, G
Go back and prove free, because you missed a few keys, stupid
Got you believin' everything that I say
The other day I pulled out toast to burn a brother, but hey
He was butter, and life is just like a sucker
In a place where you can't see your record cover
So I was chillin' co-lamp with security
Starin' at the world, that still is kinda blurry to me
At the age of 16, with pockets that are green
As the early morning grass in the spring
Rappers I slice, because my mouth is like a knife
I chops 'em in half, and yo the rest I might dice
But still you stare, because I appear so heavenly
Wipe your sweat or else you get it seriously
Must I freak, another rhyme again
When I see, I mean peace, but until then
Ask the question so I can answer, I'm on your dancefloor
Let's see who's the best dancer, you can't, uh
No or yes, and back to the answer
W-R-E-X-K-S, in effect, so check your checklist
And see who else can make you sweat like this
The one towards the head off, something was said off
I gotta stop it, the style's a weak habit so I'mma drop it
Throw it away, lock it in the elevator
Press 18, 'cause on that floor I am the waiter
What are you havin'? A Twinkie and a quarter water
Eat your cake, then drink your juice, just in order
To say a dope rap with a clear throat
But let my man Aaron Hall from Guy hit a note
Or two, or three, I ain't havin' a beef
Me and you, me and Mark, me and B are kill
H-U-I-L, L-I-Q-U-A
Liquor, come on I'm gonna get ya
Drunk like an alkie, fired up on the balcony
Leanin' like it's gonna fall, but never drop it, see
It's called balance, most rappers' talent is bitten
Taken, small alterations are added
To make it seem different, but it's the same
Makin' the whole crowd sweat is the object of the game
Once the place is so wet they can't see
Duke'll step off, because your job is complete
But yo, now the floor is wet, what are you gonna do?
In my case I'll let my DJ spray the vacuum
Slicin' up jams so bad the water move
And sometimes I'll have to say a tidal wave'll do for this crew
I'm playin' MCs like a yo-yo
Right now I'm rappin' solo
To disrespect the Wreckx, that's a no-no
Low blows I'll take 'em, deflate 'em, we puff 'em
Sucker rappers I'll bust 'em like a nut and then I'll snuff 'em
Wreck the posse with the crew from St. Nick quick
Grab that stick before the other crew gets it
Whippin' on 'em, sittin' on 'em like a sofa
Open your mouth sonny boy and take a dose of
This here medicine, it's penicillin
'Cause you just got burnt from the juice that I was spillin'
And illin', that ain't my style, unless you want it
The J-I-M and N-Y you're on it
Girls come on and take a trip with the Wreckx
We're headed for the movies, and then we're goin' to my place next
Peace to Maurice Trent, and Born Again
Scott Ock, Akbar, and the rest of the Clan
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Right about now I'mma make a couple of shoutouts
To the St. Nick posse in full effect
To the man Pat and Bill posse, know what I'm sayin'?
To my man Chuck Blast and Black Ice
To my brother Idris and my brother Masu
To the redhead Kingpin and Donna U, know what I'm sayin'?
Word up in full effect
To Von Drew and Shawn Drew, y'all be cool, know what I'm sayin'?
He's in here, word up, believe that, yo
To the whole GR Productions
The Wreckx-N-Effect
And I'm outta here