The Dirty Heads - Antelope lyrics

rate me

Well my hat brim might be,

worn a little to low, you're too slow,

what the fuck do you really think you know,

I do so and every rhyme I spit is just so crucial,

like Metamucil I kill some rhymes that I'm used to,

you park so high and mighty,

but I'm not mighty high duddy smoke you out with weed

and leave your mouth fucking dry,

cuz some of them rappin clappin laughin always beer

tapping fuckin' dorkette slapping be ridiculous at

how I'm trippin dis. All I'm thinking is the

best mc that can you can find. I shine like some moon light

through the pine yo and even if you were wine I'd still

stay dope up with my line.

Well if you generally irie,

then roll with the style the an' duddy's smoking cali green

leaf till I die b leave me alone when I'm chilling

in my home yo I'm smooth like a Schwinn and I shine

like the chrome of its fender remember this microphone

defender return your shit to sender cuz no one wants

to hear it yo your lyrics are weak and yes your spirit's

meek and you an ignorant mother fucker yes it shows

when you speak. You;re a wicked disappointment your rhymes need some ointment the crowd at your shows always laughing and pointin, leaving and booing my point has been proven and I'm still back stage just smokin and boozin, confusing the sets save the best for my choosing

I'm choosin the rest so you're losin

Well don't forget about the down and dirty southern

cali flow just open the melody and let the rhythm go

I'm hoofing up the track just like a bouncing antelope

and soften up your skull just like a ripened cantaloupe because the west

West

Coast

Coast

Knows how to kill it and yo and y'all

Y'all

Know

Know

When its time to feel it yo we make it right,

Make it right

So we up all night,

Up all night,

Until its tight,

Until its tight,

Until its tight,

Until its tight,

A bohemian rhapsody, these syllables after me, with lyrical chastity,

And verbally blasphemy, the illest we have to be,

with musical masterpiece,

So come on and clap with me, so come on and clap with me,

So come on and clap with me,

Just come on and clap with me,

So come on and clap with me,

Yo just come on and clap with me.

Once upon a time in the neighborhood,

there was a little dirty boy that was up to no good,

he had a chip in his tooth and a mic in his hand,

he had a dirty ass head from the beach and the sand,

he said I just got out of the water and I'm late for

school I asked duddy to skip and he said that's cool

So we went to the liquor store got ourselves some magnum

rollin' down the street ya you know we brown bagged

them, with the 50s on top and the 20s on bottom said

we rollin' through my hood yeah you know we got 'em. Sucker mcs wanna battle me but that's okay I tell 'em don't fuck around because we don't play I sang rock out with my cock out I got balls of steel hear me clanking down the street like a bag of beer,

said the dance off session gonna start right here,

duddy b grab the wheel cuz I can't steer,

you got 20 inch rims and they spinnin' when you stop,

said I don't give a fuck, kill it when the beat drops,

cuz that's what I respect to all you knuckle heads and

derelicts just jammin' down the sound with the syllables

and intellect, maybe not the intellect but syllables

are clean and I leave you in the desert with an empty

canteen while I'd be rippin shows

in the Galapagos and I'd be pickin foes like I'd

be pickin the fro, and all you chicken head hoes that

come to pick at my shows you got to go

Thanks to Kathryn for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Pabalebo for correcting these lyrics