Da Shit

Poops - “Da Shit”
[Emcee(s): Poops]
[Producer(s): FBoom]
[Scratches: FBoom]

[Verse 1: Poops]
Paragraphs are involved in many proven
Murders, so this’ll be built on all those I killed
A protective shield, some barriers become more
Intense, some becoming the security of a stronger
Offense. Strangers are now victims, the mind
Detects, rough-ass earths move false ground
But, yet, I still conquer with sounds. Once
The hot winds of Hell blew, there’s nothing no one could tell you
I got crazy, mad rhymes so you’ll
Probably see this page on the top floors of Bellevue
Torched L’s fell through. You should have tooken architec-
-ture studies—then you’ll learn who can build the skyscraper
On a foundation of putty. Some see
From me different aspects. I clash, connect, I
Smash, wreck, I crash, yes. There ain’t no wrecking crew
That reached my class yet. I manifest music
Then digest instruments with this shit
This shit right here

[Hook: Sample with Scratches by FBoom]
“What is this shit?” - Sample from Outloud on Blahzay Blahzay - “Danger” (x3)

[Verse 2: Poops]
Facts arranged into strange grips, insane shit
Entertainment of a different form. No nine
Months of labor, this data is, in an instant, born
A seed of a more intelligent species
Watch souls we weave as an immortal design, never fine
As is human greed. Keeping my written
Hits always persistent—even when I thought of my
First lyric, my mental capacity boundary lines
Weren’t restrictive, so, in that instance, I kept
A distance from being an amateur to a veteran
With more experience. Lyrics are physics
Styles from the vials exit out the mouth of the anal
Canal to drop this shit
This

[Hook: Sample with Scratches by FBoom]
“What is this shit?” - Sample from Outloud on Blahzay Blahzay - “Danger” (x3)

[Verse 3: Poops]
Many years ago, you’d hear the flow
Inside of a rough rap. Consequences of death
But once played through stereo sets, your whole persona was
“Fuck that.” It was some shit that made the young flip
When they knew what rapper was going to flow on that rhyth-
-matic drum kick, no regrets, complaints. You wasn’t
Content ‘cause you gained from it. That’s right
My lab mice. From all the paid hate that I will
Concentrate with rhythm then state heavy. I wouldn’t
Know—there ain’t an instrument of scale that could measure
Its flow weight, so just hush and stand back, keep
A distance ‘cause the stench’s mixes of decom-
-poser aroma and the funky odor that arose from
This shit. This shit right here

[Hook: Sample with Scratches by FBoom]
“What is this shit?” - Sample from Outloud on Blahzay Blahzay - “Danger” (x6)
“What is this shit? Rappers want to blossom” - Sample from Outloud on Blahzay Blahzay - “Danger” (x8)