Bump Shit

[Chorus]<br><br>"Its the-- <br>Ill Plusta Phesto D.,<br>O. Lindsey,<br>T. Massey so whatchyou wanna be??<br>Us!! <br>Just peep the bump and thump, <br>you ain`t got no choice <br>so throw your hands up!"<br><br>Opio:<br><br>You`re stuck, <br>crucified you`ll lose don`t try your luck,<br>I`ll cut `em up<br>run through and ruin mc`s they can suck my dick<br>the Hieroglyphic Kingdom bring em down to earth<br>they`re worthless worse since the beginning<br>and I`m winning<br>offending mc`s they can`t accept it<br>inside he hide his fear of theory that shit was weary<br>and I hear he dont be coming off the top<br>he better drop and give me fifty<br>cause if he dont shape up I take whats mine<br>and at your title, what you write I`ll demolish<br>polish up your skills just forget all this<br>call it quits it`s overwhelming<br>you keep failing to impress<br>you`re sluggish, I`ll put a fake mc to rest<br>I got pages for the courageous amazes<br>fazes my opponent leave the microphone bic<br>you`re flow is basic, youll get erased quick<br>stick to fantasizing<br>you`re wack and deny the fact that I win<br>ease the pain, I still remain the king<br>I sing a lullaby to nullify the lazy ass lame<br>famous mc<br>even a nameless mc gets unfriendly <br>so we out to check em<br>direct from O. Lindsey<br><br>A-Plus:<br><br>Why you gotta to do the kind of shit that I hate?<br>I find your shit to be fake, <br>your mind ain`t fit to create<br>Cease see you later, mack<br>Accidents waitin to happen <br>trying to fade the Adam<br>They bags is broke when they attack him<br>cause I play the mack, <br>see that`s an everyday thing<br>you can peep these hoes jocking in whenever we hang<br>I gets game from `em, see hieroglyphics came from the<br>east side of O. <br>getting jocked when we try to go<br>to these funk missions <br>with a grudge written overnight<br>rappers come wishin <br>but Plus hold the mic and slap you with the bump shit<br>them hoes jock me the most, <br>wish I was there<br>when them cowards jumped Donnie and Los<br>we own all mics in the solar system<br>you gets dropped when the Souls come reposessing props<br>with the older wisdom <br>and the beat it just drops and I hold the rhythm<br>Souls of mischief is the coldest<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br><br>To all you crews thinkin we was weak as you<br>well would you listen to a doozy,<br>you`re lucky that we dissaprove and frown <br>at that candy coated cartoon clown shit<br>we don`t allow it, (naw that would make us some hypocrites)<br>you scared yourself into popping lip and jest<br>suckers saving face but catch it in the chest<br>so just abate your haste <br>To activate your _________<br>cause he eat the best rhymer<br>stop your crew up with jemima<br>I got the tool just ____ of the drama<br>Yo but that`s madness, my shit`s the bump<br>If I didn`t have hits, I`d persist to pump<br>my mind to capacity till the shit just dump out on the sidewalk<br>and only then would I sqawk <br>and babble nonsense<br>ripping this shit long as I`m conscious<br>and even in your dreams you`ll fiend and follow it<br>no paths you better quit `for y`all and get with the<br>vocabulary lunchmeats <br>suckers smoke pads<br>of something lack the gumption get smacked when we up in the house<br>Niggas are fake <br>they gettin baked trying to penetrate the inferno<br>I surround the microphone wit<br>cause to the highest degrees mc`s marvel over me<br>I never reconsider getting rid of them<br>they perishing embarassing as the air gets thin<br>I stare em in the eyes before I wear them in<br>its no comparison to the immaculate<br>you get ramshackled with the mic <br>lanced with the javelin for rattling off at the lip<br>(Get off my dick)<br>But you can think what`f I stigmatized if you tried<br>it`s circumstantial<br>you niggas are unadvanced with the mic<br>in avalanche you don`t have a chance just dance to<br>the beat I`m notorious for bics <br>niggas trying to come to grips but its<br>inevitable you`ll never know<br>execution is your only resoultion<br>so retrace your steps or face your death<br><br>[Chorus]