Say That

[Intro: Lateef & Lyrics Born (Both)]
Lateef!
And Lyrics Born
You can't see them!

[Verse 1: Lateef]
One way, a microphone works
Checkin' suckas on the usage of vocal tones
While the breaks be bangin' cold shakin' ya homes
Vibrations reverberatin' give identification
In meter Neter like Metu, leavin' holes in your speakers
Scold a brotha like Lateef - oh, that's a no can do
The Black and Puerto Rican lyric deacon speaking the truth
Make ya giggle like a tickle or a nipple tweaker
Freak a style from here to Mogadishu, here to Mozambique-a
From here to Mount Zion I'm hard to reach when at my peak of shinin'
Flowin' like a creek lava spicy like paprika
That's neither here nor there, fully chargin' up the air
Heavy sounds gettin' thicker like the atmosphere?
Ya gotta get up cause we got watcha want - the
Beats be fat like the factory Wonka
Suckas keep bitin' like a gang of piranhas
You better come with it if your thinkin' is stronger
The mindset couldn't be any wronger
We roll deep swole like the island of Tonga
Don't even really need to rock the mic any longer
So I stop, pass the mic like I pass on the pork chops

[Chorus: Lateef & Lyrics Born (Both)]
And it don't quit
I say that to say this
You can't oppose this
I say that to say this
Cause if the clothes fit
I say that to say this
You're a hostess!
I say that to say this

[Verse 2: Lyrics Born]
You're so sensitive, all I said was simple sentences
Premises was left as if the messages were venomous, they are though
Guess it's just my penmanship and how it moves your torso
Suckas steer clear of me like feminists do car shows
There's a little punchline for those of you
That love rhymes with those in 'em
Hear it one time then you're finished with 'em
Give you that nasty, tangy feelin', check it out
Now free rhymes for griots in Fiats and Klingons
And wee tots with crayons and Koreans in Reeboks
In kiosks at flea marts and peons
That be on some feline shit
Y'all like the FBI on some espionage
Asking questi-ons but my head's beyond that
Be openly honest, do y'all write ya'll own rhymes?
Oh I doubt it, I's dotted, T's crossed
And tell you what I make a song you take it home, you think about it
Promise me with every opportunity
You'll use the all-illuminating eye beyond the obvious buffoonery
Defy the allegations and the rumory
Be out the labyrinth the average imp's enamored with

[Chorus: Lateef & Lyrics Born (Both)]
And you don't quit
I say that to say this
And with a closed fist
I say that to say this
You can't oppose this
I say that to say this
You're just bullshit!