Killah Priest - Do The Damn Thing Lyrics
[Intro: Killah Priest]You know this beat is crazy, rightThis the beat right here, yoThey gonna love this when they hear this, g[Chorus: Killah Priest]A lot of these rappers are indecisiveYa'll comin' to this game, like ya'll the nicestBut, anyway, get rich, get brainGet off the wall and do the damn thingGet off the floor and do the damn thingGet off the floor and do the damn thing[Killah Priest]Silly rappers, when will you learnYou play with fire and you will get burnedCuz now, I've been low, lately, waitin' my turnTurn off my radio cuz I'm not concerned with ya'llWeak rhymes, same topicsThis one's for the streets, for the projectsFor my g's with the weed in the apartmentsFor my dogs in the law hit with charges***** them, cuz I love ya'll regardlessFor my chicks in the whips dancin' bra-lessHair done, nice face, lookin' flawlessI got that thing, bust off, lead objectsYa'll cats are lame, no threat, it's a promiseName your favorite rapper, well, he's fakeAnd you fake, that's why you ***** with his tapeI'll take that thing and just bust in your faceYou're not real, same flow, no styleI pop steel, lames, no know who go downAnd I don't give a *****, who run the city or notCuz the streets is real, even Biggie got PacAnd I love those niggas, but I don't love ya'llBust a slug for those niggas, but bust a slug at ya'llAnd I get physical, visual, very artisticalGivin' party people something, funky to listen toHizza, hey, my rhymes is blizza, blazedCross your fizza, face, down to your waistRaps, I do this, since the music influence the truestI shoot 'em with rhymes, execute 'em with linesThey knew since their kind is all stupidBeats we loop it then they cue it, they foolishAnd I stand to prove it this time, come on[Chorus][Hook: Killah Priest]Cuz it's new year, best to come correctI ain't hear a style that I can't do yetI ain't hear a rapper, that I can't move yetGet off the wall and do the damn thingGet on the floor and do the damn thing[Killah Priest]I see it, then write it, believe it, I'm psychicThe nicest is here, the rest of those catsThey was last year, well do something...I heard it, the beefs, the murders, the streetsThe cursin', that's weak, do somethingDifferent, for instance, the Priest is briefA technique, I proves my point, with the pen and some ginThoughts and beats, I'm blendin' it inMy records will spin, everybody knows the kid can flowRip a show, or lift a soul, but this time, I gets that doughPlus I'm not, 50, or Biggie, or DiddyI'm Witty Unpredictable, lyrical masterful mindChapters of rhymes, irresistible lines, metaphors is clever than yoursSever your jaws, I'm ready for warLike Pac in his Makaveli era, ready for ya'll, with a glockAnd rap to spread to deadly terror, I squeeze on this whole industryEnemies please don't sit with meI sit with these and cats with keysCash and V's, black fatigues, smack M.C.'s, it's over![Chorus][Hook]
