Can't Touch This

Can't Touch This

Another heat with some quick jabs at ya. ;) glöm inte kommentera;





You better shape up, like d:fi//, Noone would ever cop ya -
- album, that’s why you’ve started with that free style//
I’m dealin’ with dope shit, yea; this is kee-style//
Cookin’ it up, choppin’ it into birds; it’s so fly//
But you dudes all birdy, chirpin’ and snitchin’//
But keep singin’, and I’ma chop you like birds, in my kitchen//
I’m not humble, but I warn ya with some words of wisdom//
So before pickin’ me in a line-up, observe and listen//
I’m the pro when it comes to hustlin’; I rip off noobies//
But you rip-offs, barely know how to rip off doobies// (Hahah!)
They talk about guns, when they don’t own a knife//
Telly-asses – phony guys, get blasted by my 45//
See the real ones? Ask ‘em who’s the only guy//
Droppin’ classics all the time, with class like Junior high//
You wanna battle? No gamble like rollin’ dice//
You’ll need an ambulance absolutely, when I flow my lines//