LYRICS

Poops ft. Automatic, Pumpkinhead, and A-Butta - “LYRICS”
[Emcee(s): Automatic, Poops, Pumpkinhead, and A-Butta]
[Producer(s): FBoom]

[Hook: Poops and (Automatic)]
...meaning of LYRICS? (Ayyo, Poops, put me on)
Live, Young, Real Individuals Creating Songs

[Verse 1: Automatic]
My ill
Thoughts taking rappers out for the sport
Finding you guilty of lyric fraud, wrap cord, missions
Abort. I distort mind frames like migraines
‘Cause my brains be on some flip shit like [?]
Higher than nine planes, emcees are losing in my timeframe
Grabbing this mic, I ain’t trying to [?]. I’ll leave your eyes flamed
Flexing your knees, I’ll make you fiend like a weed spot
Let off, like, three Glocks at three cops, making your knees knot
Like hitting G-spots, I got a passion for this rhyme shit
Kicking divine skits, refine wits to make your mind think
So never test ‘cause I’ll be blessing mics like preachers
With cellies and beepers for life subtraction in the feature
Accelerating the LS faster than FedEx ‘cause, once
My head’s vexed, I’m hanging more niggas than friends of rednecks
Peeping, your head sweats. My prophecy’s hotter than rough sex
Yo, what’s the next step? This small test is like taking your death
Amnesia and stress, bringing light to dark in pathways
Your words are halfway. If rhymes was man, then you would be gay
Niggas be slayed. These NutraSweet niggas that step up
Be getting hexed up when I flex cuts, so, yo, who’s next up?

[Verse 2: Poops]
How should I start this? Well, from the beginning of
The margin, roll only retarded. Flows sharp
Enough to carve in your skull, so when they dig up your bones
Your skeleton’ll have a story told, cemeteries
Are episodes—so much data, computers are bound to over-
-load. When it comes to mics and words, the al-
-mighty Poops be drinking from oceans with icebergs (Those are)
(Some nice words) Hip hop sureshot, one, two, one, two
Mic check. I’ll recite stress on top
Of soundwaves like a crest. I’ll write this rhyme
And trife is the designing, a page of rage, a line
Maze making a paradise of Riker’s Island
So tell adolescents breaking the law that there’s a place
Unsafe [?] 74. Yo, this
Is raw

[Hook: A-Butta and (Pumpkinhead)]
Yo, what’s
The true meaning of LYRICS? (Yo, A, put me on) It means
Live, Young, Real Individuals Creating Songs

[Verse 3: Pumpkinhead]
You better
Jet like airplanes. I’ll get in your head like a migraine
Sideways, I’ll hold the mic to recite and bust through your eye rays
That’s for talking more shit than an asscrack to a tulips
Pumpkinhead’s never off like the dialogue on Kungfu flicks
So cool it. So if you’re clogging up your imagination, dropping
All that garbage, yo, I’ll take you out like sanitation
If you don’t take off like vacation, this narration’s by
The Great One. High, exalted, we pull off the
Freestyle like computer hacker. Niggas in this business got no
Taste like, uh, saltine crackers. I’ll Battle Stars like Galactica
Spreading your remains in the perimeter, 360’s my
Diameter. Connecting like long-distance phone-rings, I’ll make
You fiend like Jodeci when JoJo and K-Ci’s flows sync
Battles are uncomfortable like toe-rings. I’ll blow this whole thing
Dead tones are what you hear from this zone. My challengers
Raspy, cheaper than Coby headphones. I’m deep like baritone
My clique comes together like losing vinyls, and your
Crew is annoying like 8AM wakeup call reminders

[Verse 4: A-Butta]
Yo, it’s
The A-dash-B-U-double-T-A. I
Grab the microphone and let my butter skills spray. Every
Day, my mind grows, my Elements combine flows, I shine
Like nickel-dime hoes sporting fine clothes. A be on
The low like undercover five-O’s at train stops. I’ll be
Writing lyrics while you’ll be jerking off to Baywatch. I make props
Up in this Place like Melrose, freaky like lesbos
Got you open like [?], contesting SO’s
Rep flows when I bless the mic fatter than cellulite
My Natural Elements strikes, then we set them right. Like rich
Niggas, don’t mess around or get down with bitch niggas. I switch
Flows like an alcoholic switch liquors, I flip
Scriptures like biblical preachings, I give niggas physical
Beatings, my brain triggers [?], I’ve
Been mistreating emcees like drunk, abusive husbands, I’m
Used to writing rhymes like thugs been used to hustling, I’ll
Seduce percussion when I’m thrusting, my crew is busting
A-Butta without a mic is like New York without corruption

[Hook: Automatic, A-Butta, Pumpkinhead, and Poops]
[Automatic and (A-Butta)]
Yo, what’s
The true meaning of LYRICS? (Automatic, put me on) It means
Live, Young, Real Individuals Creating Songs
[Pumpkinhead and (Poops)]
Yo, what’s
The true meaning of LYRICS? (PH, put me on) It means
Live, Young, Real Individuals Creating Songs

[Outro: Automatic]
A combination of skills, nah’m saying? Relics, Natural Elements, The Plague in the lab, y’all. Word up, nah’m saying?