Juggaknots, The - Jivetalk | Текст песни

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• Juggaknots, The
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So what you sayin, kid, you but you Sprayin niggas means saliva messy slobberin (I know you got soul!)
From my Timmies When you test me clobberin these niggas easy
See I hunger for ya talkin shit, you please me when you say ya shit is butter Poor excuse for the use of noise Slaughterin there'll be no truce
Ya boys'd break ya jaw if they ya peoples To stop ya yap from playin Doc Kevorkian
I'll lock ya talk see then commence the mercy killin cause ya mental's dead Ya verse be still intensely showin you gots love for the game
Maybe if you playin tennis cause you mista menace
Wicked, crazy hard To listen to without my finger flyin to the fast forward button
Cause ya feeble ass flowin nothin new Nothin new and cuttin through we be the Juggaknots
If you know the deal then you gots to keep it real... far away
Secluded from my vision on the hush and any effort towards rebuttal leads to crushin feeble niggas with the jivetalk

Ayo I heard you comin out The closet deposit ya masculinity
Ya guts, the hair on ya chest, ya scrawny nuts Nigga run ya manhood
I takes ya average dropping bombs joker Till the family jewels will be locked in ya mom's choker
Leavin niggas jelled but I never thought the KY And when you say, "I gots ya back," you tryin to hit the hay
I never knew the static could be so traumatic so I cut em slack And everybody singin "Who's the Mack" and "Tryin to be a Player"
Bridge yaself and rascal Getting crazy ass Whip ins I gets hostile when a brotha know he fly
But to me reminiscent of Jeff Goldblum, fallin apart Breakin as the Brewin's in ya soul, dooms are given And driven by the stress
Thoughts are deep Throatin my quotin but the Juggaknots'll never fail to peep Ya style's corny just a horny slob Talkin bout you gettin laid off and then you best to get a fuckin job but not the jivetalk

Well then there're times I can't front ya style's milk Curdlin close to cottage cheese
With ya verbal and ya boast of knowledge Please, kid, I know ya style's def
Cause you couldn't possibly be hearin loud and clear and mean the shit you sayin Quit ya playin cause ya thought is nothing
Only around the edges you be rough And in comparison I'm only catchin L's when I puff em
From the strictly raw (Jog into hooker style) Ya joints hot (And I'm bettin your condition took a while after clinic visits)
During which the master cynic blizzards As a rain storm and flushin out those cockier than Jordan, for the swing and miss
0 for 4, no rapport, bringin pissed feelings to the enemy So nigga buy serenity (My style's dope) Fiendish Paranoid, can't cope, squeamish Knowin that the Juggaknots stalkin, jivetalkin
If y'all still ain't understandin me, let's get on downIn ya case, on ya hand and knee, defeated

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