THE RODENTZ - Hip Hop Hustle lyrics

rate me

Yo, check it, yo

No doubt, kick in the door, crash through your house

Then kick my feet up, and just, crash on your couch

Controller surfing, History Channel, I'm steady learning

Discovering new ideas, mind touring, rhyme yearning

Lines burning, words put holes right through your paper

Wooden darts on fire, have Smokey Bear come save ya

Only you can prevent yourself from doing wack tracks

Your addiction, is diction fiction, you lack facts

My diagram consists of a gentle tranquility

You like, I Am Sam, with developmental disability

Responsibility, with the swift agility

I turn your power off, like you didn't pay utility

I roll with '06 World Cup winners, who laugh at death

Pirate style, put a bullet right through a 'dead man's chest'

I'm like Johnny Depp's Edward Scissorhands; depressed

Kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug then I jet

I'm the official savior of hip hop, I'm getting older

Looking at your artificial flavors, like a can of a soda

Right Guart Xtreme, I fight hard, but it seems

That I'm being turned on by members of my own team

Scoring goals in their own net, so what do you expect?

I can just accept that fact and not be upset? That's disrespect

So I select to reflect on the subject

I can correct the next project to be perfect

Aiyo, this shit, makes me wanna, spit, right now

Knock everything out of my path with iron fists, like blaow

Lose your hearing in my ears, like you was Foxy

Hit me with everything, you won't get blood from rocks, be

I will not, be one, with nothing in the cranium

At first, they were nice, but now, we're training them

For authentic combat, requires this massive knowledge

No, this is impossible, to find in any college

This is hip hop, nigga, yeah, that's what we do

Everyday we getting bigger, watch how we go through

Trials, tribulations, man, what struggles?

But I'll rise like Pepsi and Coke, with them bubbles

Then pop at the top, balloons in the stratosphere

We don't spit darts no more, yo, Cno pass those spears

It's definite, that we are utmost unstoppable

You attempt, wristbands you receive from the hospital

Trust me, I ain't one of those old time kids that rap

Nor will I claim to have ever carried a strap

But with that fact, I keep my mind in keen and intact

Just in case I need to destroy you with a great big smack

Across your cheek, nose, ears, eyes, and mouth

Please don't provoke, don't choose such a deadly route

Stop swinging, cause one strike, man, with me, and you're out

Front on me, man, fuck you, man, it's Mouse

Word up, I don't even know what I said