Attitudes
Rumpletilskinz, RPM
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Attitude is madness
Attitude is personality
Attitude is flexibility
Attitude is walk
Attitude is talk
Attitude is ways and actions
Actions and ways
Attitude is the rule!
I'm the one, the kid that get the job done
Refuse to jump around and 'round and catch the burnt one
But don't hold pause, you got to get
Out of the misfit teeth grit
But your shit don't mean shit
Bust it to the max and flip
Mode, although I'm only X-teen-O's
Beware of the vulgar when I'm shinin' like gold
Get bold, I'ma slip it into dangerous mode
Here comes the nail when I deal with the aspect of a moment
My attitude swells and a foe can't cop (Cop)
But please don't freeze, lyrics I run the seeds
I'm known as a lush, when I rhyme, so be greased
Bad boy, big mouth, I snatch your waist off
Where the birds go when the weather gets kinda cold
Use an instructive tongue or you get flunked
As I pulled out my burner when I flamed up your punk
Knowing that you're one who pays a crooked cop
But I won't stop 'cause the Shynow just took your spot
B-Real, base
Sounds comin' down, I need elbow space
I got mad stress hangin' off my bass, that's
Attitude, I'm in the mood to be wrong
Number one, don't, niggas is pussy
Time to hump, I'm gettin' ready for a skin
Vocal sex, I flex, I throw mens
And shit, ends of ledges and cliffs
I'm the last Mohican, heat seekin' a bit
Hip-hoppin', rockin', Geronimo's comin'
It's an Indian summer, chronic sounds is thumpin'
Oh, goody gumdrops, there's props
Double to the ill, got skill (Skill)
Chill, hard knocks
My attitude is fucked up and real shitty
My attitude is fucked up and real shitty
My attitude is fucked up and real shitty
My attitude is fucked up and real shitty
My attitude is fucked up and real shitty
My attitude is fucked up and real shitty
My attitude is fucked up and real shitty
My attitude is fucked up and real shitty
This Geronimo, everyone, yell timber
This Apache war, skin raw, yeah, enter
My inner hardcore, sent to haul scouts
I taste base, erasure thoughts with the doubts
Creep out, it's about super superb on curbs
Kinda fresh, guess, best, press
The answer is yes
We're nuttin' all over your face
And you don't have to say you're
Damn, my attitude is rude, it's another mad mood
Ah-ha-ha, release
Pummelin', killin', stealin' original styles
No peace, I shout much stress from long aisles
Olympic eligible, always willing to tell a few
Rappers, dappers, but still rappers
Tell 'em about to blow up in ninety four-o (Four-o)
But yet still quarrel
Talkin' about silver traps and lips chronically flappin'
And yappin', I got a thousand plans (Plans)
I got a thousand hands (Hands)
Constantly tryin' to feel my funk
But they gets nothin' but a Roger T funk
Tell me something, what makes the female sex
Want to swing with the singer? (Ha-ha-ha)
I got a partner, he can sing
But shh, it's on the DL
Crack my fist, grip it tight, break a skull with all my might
From a well-written rhyme that this rump will recite
I love to see when an artist gets a crowd hype
A life with intention, a need for affection
Thinkin' things with a feel of redemption
So pay attention or get some detention
For not letting Shy say what is worth mentionin'
Too much spunk with a touch beyond funk
Attitude jacked up and creased but never cease
When we feed the ears from China to Peru
My attitude is fucked up and real shitty
My attitude is fucked up and real shitty
My attitude is fucked up and real shitty
My attitude is fucked up and real shitty
My attitude is fucked up and real shitty
My attitude is fucked up and real shitty
My attitude is fucked up and real shitty
My attitude is fucked up and real shitty
Crossin' that line, crossin' that line
Crossin' that line, crossin' that line
Crossin' that line, crossin' that line
Crossin' that line, crossin' that line
Headin' for the border, crossin' that line
Headin' for the border, crossin' that line
Headin' for the border, headin' for the border
Border, border, border