Tuff Gong
| Title | Tuff Gong |
|---|---|
| Artist | Antipop Consortium |
| Album | The Ends Against the Middle |
| Release Date | (not set) |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | [Verse 1: M. Sayyid] You're nothin, huntin, buntin Tryin to figure it out, frontin Fuck that I'm like tut black Rap with the stuff that Chemist's is tryin to figure now in the lab on lean Focus straight, channel thirteen Used to sneak out while pops feet Kicked back on the couch asleep, lampin Had some tv's to shut off And it was just the straight national anthem Now I'm campin' flows in shows Another class of rhymin' to the foes while they dampin' You'll not flatter me I'll blow you to the wall like a art gallery Deep like submarine tragedy Non-stop hits like that bunny with the battery [Interlude: High Priest & M. Sayyid] Yo, man, spit that shit you were spittin' me on the telephone man What, that news copter doppler shit? Somethin like that? Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: M. Sayyid] All my people in the populous Let your arms swing like an octopus M. Sayyid Since a seed had the need to tell what I see Saw it up and down, then I flipped quick into the pit stop Restock and fix the mix up, hit ya clique up With dirty piss out the dix cup re-knicked up Kicked up, draftin' shit to drop on you Like an F350 dual rear wheel pickup Plus I get dough without a gat Just my finger on your back like this is a stick up in a hollow Didn't even swallow, I'm gonna start clappin' like the Apollo So what I'm sayin is I'm clever, quicker, butter, better, whatever 95 degrees in the breeze or minus six over the bearing seas with no sweater I'll always keep you fallin' apart like pleather Vanatta brass and 79 coins in a sock swingin' on your spine from behind You pulled out a nine, I turned into a green light and ran over you mindYou might also like |