THE HERBALISER - New + Improved lyrics

rate me

(feat. What? What?)

I'm jumpin all over this track like a trampoline

You can call me the master of seen and unseen

I'm like a glad-lock zip, makin MCs turn green

And ever since the age of 7 was a hip hop fiend

Sendin a shout to the bad seed, my man Dupree

representin Diamond district all the way from queens

Woulda finished up the album but I bought the play station

Now we sit for hours playin 4 mcs an education

I release stress with my ball point pen

Making it scroll from left to right and back again

Representin for the league 7 women 2 men

Cuz we got 9 players on the t. e. a. m.

Not players in the sense that we sick for style

It's like I bounce on funky tracks with the lyrical style

From the field to the studio the game stays on

From the present to infinity my vocals stay strong

Y'all might know me from I drop my style like this

It's bliss when the microphone's inside my fist

I kiss all the sex goodbye, it's hard to resist

Now I drink the liquid down it makes my system pissed

Of alcohol, fibreglass, and rhymes my body consists

I twist lyrics, cutting your style short like a brisk

It's What? sendin a shout-out to Critical Chris

Who'll kick all commercial rappers suckin on dicks

Sometimes vexed when I flex my ill techniques

Sometimes in the mic checks my voice is too weak

I never claimed to be the best MC that grabbed the mic

I just got a tendency to give the people what they like

I'm on the top, you're on the bottom, like the caste system

I speak in people gettin shocked like lightnin flash victims

I inject methadone and watch your body crack up

Never get too close or you'll be next stacked up

Got my verbs nouns and adjectives in perfect form

Reigning over MCs like a linguistical storm

On this I kicks some off beat style drum simplicity

Have a pause and then flip back, ya'll sucker mcs are not ready

My pattern's smooth then hidden, rough then skiddin, runnin and skippin

Still then hoppin and kickin, flippin front to back, back to front, Side to side

Just watch the track as I ride, don't think that y'all niggers can handle this

Turning bilingual, rip it in Spanglish

Uno, dos, tres, quatro

What what soupin' mcs like gespacho

Don't pick up the apparatus actin all macho

Your style is rumored to be cheesy, like nachos

I drop so I end this but i will return

Resource and Herbaliser and let the ses be burned

Thanks to Kutyaházi Vitéz Péter for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to MacHaddock for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to John Caulfield for correcting these lyrics