What You Thinkin' by Eagle
What You Thinkin' by Eagle

What You Thinkin’

Eagle * Track #16 On Sarcastic Tones

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What You Thinkin' by Eagle

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Eagle
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Album: Sarcastic Tones

Song Description: Intense percussion combined with orchestral strings/horns and Synth lead/bass culminate to form this up-tempo banger. A catchy, call and response chorus punctuate Eagle’s two punch-line packed verses.
(Produced by: Eagle)

What You Thinkin’ Lyrics

[Hook A]
What you thinking? No, I don’t care
I just wanted you to know I’m here
What you thinking? Bet I could guess
Lately I been on my god damn shit oh
YES

[Verse 1]
I been on my shit. Is that why you mad, bruh?
Got beats for days like defective Viagra
Check out my swagga, ain’t the man gutter?
You ain’t never on a roll, you a waste a damn butter
And the son ain’t smiling like the Rasin Bran cover
Dumpin’ two scoops on you fruit loops: Make you stand under
Take my hand, brother. I’ll guide you through the beat
Stop the tom foolery. My voice crack like puberty
I’m back like a piece a jewelry from the cleaner man
Meaner than an Albino getting told he need a tan
Even then I beat a damn Instrumental: check it
Like the Dental records because I intend to wreck it!
Back it up a minute: What he say? Are you slow or deaf
Or you fuckin’ blind like what you told the ref
Homey step like a dance move. I’m in a damn groove
You don’t understand, do ya? So let me ask you…

[Hook B]
What you thinking? No, I don’t care
I just wanted you to know I’m here
What you thinking? No, I don’t know
I just wanted you to peep my flow
What you thinking? Got no idea
I just wanted you to know I’m here
What you thinking? Bet I could guess
Lately I been on my god damn shit oh
YES

(Verse 2)
Tight like a wire twang. Plus clutch like the Final game
This word play got me tired, mayne
You and I ain’t quite the same
And it don’t matter what type a gang you might claim
You get annihilated kuz I’m just mental
Battlin’ me? There’s no point like a fresh pencil
Bored wit Nebraska Rappers: Corn Central
No Birth Defect but I was born special
This is everything but pop: Snap, Crackle rap
Whack rappers yap they lips kuz they fake
When I black on the track I think that they May
In fact sweat mad like Nixon debates
Pretend that ya great. I remind a bitch
That my iron fist might just hit your spine and shit
So pay attention when I send those flames
Duh-Cunt, like the Nintendo Game

YEAH
This shit goes pretty hard huh?
I know….i’m the one who made it…

Ya know? I ain’t really askin’ for much
Just for y’all to
Peep my flow
Notice me
Gimme the respect I feel I deserve

That’s it
Really

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