Ping Pong
Title | Ping Pong |
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Artist | Antipop Consortium |
Album | Arrhythmia |
Release Date | 2002 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Verse 1: M. Sayyid] Watch the ball Watch the way I climb around your hall Walkin' up walls sideways then I stall Throw the web on you all Back up with a U-haul Wreck your rep like Eddie on an L.A. strip with RuPaul Yeah you got the gall A bitch in a shawl rockin' the mall Poppin' pussy knockin' [niggas] on raw Talkin' about "He got a crazy Benz" Poutin', fussin' every second, where's the ATM's When you peep at my shit it's just a wavy lens Don't secondary y'all, do what I bake for the fake Two shakes of scary spice and I'm off with the cake On a rack for the track let it cool off, then blah! Your whole crew want a snack after they nap runnin' up on me But I told y'all kids, that's for the company My symphonic monopoly philosophy sloppily Etchin' notes awkwardly Quarter to three brass sample the gas lamp White wig slang Wolfgang English chamber orchestrating a deadly banger cliffhanger The stranger with anger prospect park the strangler You couldn't catch me in the swamps with six navigators Alligators, maps and calibrators Yo Priest, throw the shit that keeps 'em on their toes like ballerinas [Chorus] It's the return It's the return It's the return It's the return [Verse 2: High Priest] It's the return to the prime time vets, cadet You get pet expect cassette epithets Epileptic ellipses my thought eclipses Lapses in your fractal jelly jar Czar dictator often imitated and hated by many Judge me by my flows, judge me by my foes Enclosed foes Judge me by the fact on a track I reenact a fact That is only known in an intimate zone with a mic bone I ignite tight poems, I'm known to write trifling poems On homes of grown kids with blown wigs That live in crypts and sleep under stairs on chairs Three cheers, HP live like plants Get your dance on, put your fake eyes on Try on Krylon My songs sing about the freedom of my people New Balance sneaker fever Thunder receiver One to the three, it's HP You might also like[Chorus] It's the return |