Bumps**t

It's the ill Pluster, Phesto Dee
O. Lindsey, T. Massey
So what you wanna be?
Us!!Just peep the bump and thump
You ain't got no choice but throw yo hands up
VERSE 1-Opio: You're stuck
Crucified, you lose, don't try your luck. I cut 'em up
Run through and ruin MC's, they can suck my d1ck
The Hieroglyphic kingdom bring 'em down to earth
They worthless, worse, this is the beginning, and I'm winning
Offending MC's, they can't accept it
Inside he hide his fear or fury, that sh1t was weary
And I hear he don't be comin off the top
He better drop and give me 50
Cause if you don't shape up, I take what's mine
And that's your title, What you write I'll demolish
Polish up your skills, just forget all this
Call it quits, it's overwhelmin, you keep failin to impress
You're sluggish, I put a fake MC to rest
I got pages for the courageous, amazes
Fazes my opponent leave the microphone bent
Your flow is basic, you get erased quick
Stick to fantasizin
You're wack, deny the fact that I win
Ease the pain, I still remain the king
I sing a lullaby to nullify the lazy-ass lame famous MC
Even the nameless MC gets unfriendly
So we out to check 'em, direct from O. Lindsey
VERSE 2/ A-Plus: Why you got to do the kinda sh1t that I hate?
I find your sh1t to be fake
Your mind ain't fit to create
Cease, you late at rappin
Accidents waitin to happen
Tryina fade the Adam
They backs is broke when they attack him
Cause I play and mack 'em
See that's an everyday thang
You can peep these h0es jockin in whenever we hang
I gets game from 'em, see Hieroglyphics came from the East Side of O
Gettin jocked when we tried to go
To these funk dictions
With a grudge written overnight rappers come wishin
But Plus hold the mic and slap you with the bumpsh1t'n
Them hoes jock you the most
Wish I was there when them cowards jumped Donnie and Los
We own all mics in the solar system
You gets dropped when the Souls come repossess props with the older wisdom
And the beat, it just drops, then I hold the rhythm
Souls of Mischief is the cold-est
It's the ill Pluster, Phesto Dee
O. Lindsey, T. Massey
So what you wanna be?
Us, Just peep the bump and thump
You ain't got no choice but throw yo hands up
VERSE 3 - Tajai: To all you crews, think if we was weak as you
Well, would you listen to a doozy?
You're lucky that we disapprove
And frown at that candy-coated cartoon-clown sh1t
We don't allow it
(Naw, that would make us some hypocrites)
You scare yourself into poppin lip and jest
Suckers savin face but catch it in the chest
So just abate your haste
To activate your-Cause he eat the best rhymer
Stomp your crew out with your bomber
I got the tool, just stay off the drama
Jump but that's madness, my sh1t's the bump
If I didn't have hits, I'd persist to pump
My mind to capacity till the sh1t just dump
Out on the sidewalk
And only then would I sqawk
And babble nonsense
Rippin this sh1t long as I'm conscious
And even in your dreams you fiend and follow it, no haps
You better quit 'fore y'all get with the vocab
-ulary lunchmeat suckers smoke pads
Or somethin, lack the gumption
Get smacked when we up in the house
VERSE 4- Phesto: First of all n1ggas are fake, they get baked
Tryina penetrate the inferno
I surround the microphone with
Cause to the highest degrees MC's marvel over me
I never reconsider gettin rid of them
They perishin, embarassin as the air gets thin
I stare 'em in they eyes before I wear 'em in
It's no comparison to the immaculate
You get ramshackled with the mic
Lanced with the javelin for rattlin off at the lip
(Get off my d1ck)Well you get liquified, stigmatized if you try
It's circumstantial
You n1ggas are unadvanced with the mic
An avalanche, you don't have a chance, just dance to
The beat, I'm notorious for this
N1ggas tryina come to grips
But it's inevitable you'll never know
Execution is your only resoultion
So retrace your steps or face your death
A-Plus, Phesto Dee
O. Lindsey, T. Massey
So what you wanna be?
Us, Just peep the bump and thump
You ain't got no choice but throw yo hands up..