DJ POOH - Nowhere 2 Hide lyrics

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(feat. Threat)

[Hook:]

No worse scared can't get away

Dumpin' with them funky rhymes

"Pullin' out niggas frontin' like snobs"

Nowhere 2 hide

[Threat]

I deliver to you the new blueprints

Vocal instruments phat like them Goodyear blimps

We pimps

Beats

Put 'em in the streets

Twenty four hours seven days a week

I kick science, but they still haven't learned

Step beyond the point of no return get wet

The rhythmic, hypnotic ear narcotics

Strictly for fanatics and the gangbang addicts

Uh, around the globe follow ya nose

Down with the underground from my head to my toes

Ride the groove like a three day cruise

Peace to the east but the west coast rules

The chocolate child unleashed out the wild

Break the Richter scale and make the party shake tails

Baddest on the atlas just tryin' to stay down

You gotta get up I get off or get clowned

[Hook]

[Threat]

I came across a close shave runnin' with them renegades

All on display on K-T-L-A

I hate to do it but I'm stupid don't test me

Unless ya wanna get your new clothes all messy

We fed 'em loot but they still insist to spit words

But they can't fuck with this they get swerved

Graduated old school G degree

Calm down the savage in any MC

North, south, east, west

But simply hittin' 'em with the melody I possess

So raise your hands up high and get all the way with it

It's the joint, bodies get the munches when they hit it

Like that

Yep bigger fatter than the piece

Inflation went up and make the killin' increase

So long for the plan you was plottin'

Cause it's long and forgotten once your style turned rotten

[Hook]

[Threat]

It's the mad maestro and it ain't no other

Turn milk into honey and make bread off butter

I hold the title in the middle of my palm

For makin' freaks dance on the floor till dawn

Make way let me show you how it's done

It's a party and the playerhatin' niggas can't come

Got rhymes on my pad and they all hit rock

Don't sleep cause the sheep just might be a fox

On a hunt

Hot on the trail

Hoe givin' up the drawers cause a nigga in jail

On the bottom of the ocean to the top of the hill

MC can't deal with my hi-tech skills

They tight tight last all night

Buckle up for safety and prepare to take flight

Destination on to the next plateau

It's the Zuu in the house you can't funk with the flow

[Hook]