Uh

Abstract queens cat what we lookin at

Sixth sense too immense smellin is the fact

Out here you got your shiesty cats yappin back bosom track

Until we take it back you pro'ly won't be feelin rap

WORDSWORTH brooklyn night what it lookin like

5 senses 9 inches 5 foot in height

Out here you got you're/#160 crooks and hikes

Shook and sheist look alike

Payed off the books from dice good lookin and hookin tight

*"the beat" scratching in

Us you they and them

YO.. her and him

We make it blend I say we makin it blend

YO Q-Tip uh uh uh uh uh uh

Us you they and them

YO.. her and him

We make it blend I say we makin it blend

YO Q-Tip uh uh uh uh uh uh

Back when I came out first joint I hit it out

New styles to talk 'bout new ground to walk about

Still breakin sht wit the hammer of thought god

Bigger than a** god hittin your a** hard

Act it out cause there no time to word sht

You never win wit wordsworth the word smith

The verse gets tighter every second the earth twists

Heard its Q-tip and Words you had to purchase

Refer this now wait a minute what's that I heard skip

Nerves twich play this so much it's prob'ly your third disc

On purpose at your service basement to service

Learn this how can you rehearse something that's perfect

Isn't it funny when you use your favorite pen

And get your rhyme pad write sht that's truly bad

Embarrass yourself make a buck and mockery

In the hipocracy you never toppin me

I'm the monopoly and jail is your/#160 catoponese of unfair policies

Invade your rotten "B" you hit the lottery

Women you spottin me I'm extortin you upon your/#160 matrobotomy

Aiyyo it gotta be the way I respond that makes you on to me

Song hittin award winnin y'all just the nominees

Play it safe I'll arrange your wake

My papermate will have my lable-maced album released a later date

Police patrol the city 'til I'm as old as 50

Hat back clothes won't fit me causin fire old won't frisk me

My hands are ammunition bailin cons or banned in prison

I'm who you wanna be blowin out your candles wishin

*"the beat scratched in"

Makin it makin it blend

YO makin it blend

3x

Makin it makin it blend

Make makin it blend

Yo I like a woman wit a bangin body the face and frame of Halle

Attitude - angry snotty speaks slang and cocky

Time to hangin gotta bring a posse

Through rainy days she got me like Whitney stay wit Bobby

Yo your cake is in the kitchen you wish for preminision

It's turned around by my firm thoughts of demolition

It's time to numb your run and dim your vision

It's time to give up the hopes and dreams that made your aquesition

Ain't gotta drop top dag clothes and roll the 60s

But after shows ladies drop tops and show their titties

Of course the globe can't oppose it's risky

Or even go against me I'm WORDS

So everytime that you flow you spit me

We in the asphault you cause your last fall

Insult to injury is where we curse the salt

Douse the open wound to the tomb

Its time to sit back and watch professionals in full bloom

HOOK 1

More scratchin 'til fade out