Buck 65 - Style #386 Lyrics
From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawnI drop math in ya path and rock onSunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunriseFor you to try battlin me would be unwise65 cause seven days of the week soYou don't wanna catch a sinker slider to the cheek boneCall me critical the disc jockey, the B side kickinPhat beats eternal, eternal pushin fried chickenSnap cracklin, the daft shacklin rap jackelsSneak attack battlin wack tacklinThe crab apple got skills but at the same time artistI face the east and pray to the rhyme goddessWith the tender lovin, the rainin and the big slikerThe good sumaritin, homicidal hitchhickerHell on wheels of steel, stick shiftedPuffin on beats and rock on to get quick liftedSyllables into non-refillable blank spacesEliminatin contestants according to their rank basisBuryin secarian MCs when the scratch is tornDirect other rappers can't ***** with the natural bornI never face the same ginet that Romeo facesCause I'm too concerned with my EnhomeostasisThe DJ front and center and the sooner he flipsYou'll be freeze framin till the next lunar eclipseWith the crazy ass birds a prey, they got the right words to sayThey come and circumsize you when ya eatin ya curds and wheyTry to make a new jack feel the ace of spadesBefore ya know the ledge gettin sorta might replace his gradesUsed and confused goin about the whole scheme wrongAss backwards from the closin credits to the theme songDire straits reminising back to prior datesYa better off tarzed and your rhymes look in fire placeTo slash and burn and try to learn how to earn the wageThe end of the chapter four rabbit, time to turn the pagePathetic cryin on ya knees, beggin for a lease pleaseLemme keep the autographed poster and the creased sleeveThe whole prize vaporized before your eyes ya lost objectiveBecause the dream was no longer cost effectiveYa threw a gutter ball and still had to utter gaulTo profile and front, when you know my shit is butter y'allFrom dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawnI drop math in ya path and rock onSunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunriseFor you to try battlin me would be unwiseFrom dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawnI drop math in ya path and rock onSunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunriseFor you to try battlin me would be unwise
