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Fisherman's Grotto
Justin Warfield
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I told y'all, here they come now, you see 'em?
Yep, both of the crews, I told y'all
They look like they gon' fight too
They serious, see 'em?
Told y'all, see 'em?
Look at that dude right there
Gangsta boogie on a roughneck track
Beatnik mother's gonna break your back
Comin' through loud and clear on an ill note
But steppin' to the cool is like walkin' a tightrope
Swimmin' in the ocean with a great white shark
Walkin' down the alley alone after dark
Sippin' on a 40 and behind the wheel
Drivin' down the block with your head on steel
But damn, I think 'bout the mad dudes
Bailin' in the club with your posse of back troops
Standin' on the block just kickin' a rhyme
Run-DMC talkin' 'bout hard times
Cars rollin' by pumpin' MPE
Passin' 40's and skills of the bungle thieves
People yellin' "Go" as they walk by
Pass to the next so we can give 'em a try
Hands in the air and a foot goes stomp
Mother trades words over status of comp
A kid gets wild but things slow down
A smile gets cracked and we give 'em a pound
On to the next with a crew beside
Shotgun called and we jump in the ride
Pedal goes down and the music's way on
Just clap your hands to the verse I say comin'
Hip-hop, yeah, and you don't stop
And you don't stop, and you don't stop
Hip-hop, yeah, and you don't stop
And you don't stop, and you don't stop
Beat it, shake it, bust it, take it, dip it, glue
The Beat Boys on ass is the name of the crew
Take a back and make it take a no money flow
That's right, motherfucker, like three the hard way
Take a look at the kid in the mic
170 And 5'11" in height
Pants on the sag but I still don't bang
I rock a mad rhythm while I do my thing
Grind on the beat like Ron the gone to it
At first you tried to front and now you clap your hands to it
A roughneck maybe but my motto's cool
Show nuff record with the mic as a tool
For now I play the subtle, I'm killers unforeseen
Never phlegm and won't flip, stay a routine
Speed twelve miles to the shake of tambourine
I fathom to the bottom like a pastry submarine
So I say, who's got the mic?
Beatnik number one, yeah, girl, that's right
Thick with pretension and contradictions
Move on a rough track, level through the mixes
In the studio while I slip in a maze
Brain kinda foggy in a rhythm of haze
A tongue that gets whipped, you just can't get with
You try to get slick, you get your ass kicked
So don't step up, kid, I won't let up
Stand on my ground so don't get in a bet up
Mystical blow smoke rings in threes
JW rocks rhymes with these
Hip-hop, yeah, and you don't stop
And you don't stop, and you don't stop
Hip-hop, yeah, and you don't stop
And you don't stop, and you don't stop
Beat it, shake it, bust it, take it, dip it, glue
The Beat Boys on ass is the name of the crew
Take a back and make it take a no money flow
That's right, motherfucker, like three the hard way
Well do-wah diddy diddy dum diddy do
Alakazam, raise up and run your jewels
If not, you're through from your mother to your crew
Because I'm black as a panther and a lyrical Jew
You don't wanna know this unless you plan to get dissed
Protect your bothers, start a fever then a big black fist
Sculpted 'cause I'm in the end player like custer
Pimp your girlfriend 'cause I'm the mad hustler
A beatnik mac, I'm ready to attack
Any fool jack 'cause I'm just too slack
Quick with the gift on a spiritual lift
Why you think you go to deuces when you don't know the lift?
Steppin' to me's a mistake, you'll be over
Burn you like a menorah, like it's Passover
A rich young kipper and I'm the keeper
Shootin' down facts, don't you know what you're in for?
I mic to mic death but I don't stress
What you give is what you will get
So I get mines, I got good rhymes
Your fingers all sore 'cause you're pressin' the rewind
Black man comin' on a straight up mosh pit
Kickin' out lyrics like Kato Starship
Don't try to play me, you can't face me
I'm Mr. Cool and you're up with a hayseed
Beat Boys on ass
To check 'em in the projects
To the Bows and Sides
Starships
To the Lemonade Gang
And Pop Grams
To the Golden Temp Bros
And to the Far Side
This one goes out to Malik, Travis, Yuri, Liddell
My brother Ernie, Steve Prime
And the rest, you know what I'm sayin'?
Bizarre, yeah, yeah
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