Popa Wu - New Improved Lyrics
[manley musa]Yo, what? what? run kid, run!You should break north for thinkin with yoursSend out track signed sincerely hardcoreThrow you in a choke hold hoe, I smack you with the mac-one-oneMy raps are double-action, run the track from the back endDont have me bust your lip or have my glock slipThats one of you rap crews in the lip, huh?Im two seconds off, Im one second lost from the six-packNow we put in together, we can all get thatHuh? puff forty the rocker, shorty naughty with two squigsThree pulls then pass it back, dont even ask me why, blackYou may act, sane, you may act, shadyI think hes still goin crazy over his baby haileyGo hey-hey hailey walk slow, my slow flows so remarkableThe rap attract until mcs come so I could spark a fewPut you on starvin like a hostage, put you on like em fossilsWhat a rascal, triangular when Im verbal head-bangin yaThis style, lean on poles and watch heads foldAnd bang their pins like its the same sessionSo call the best that you know, uh, Im numero unoNumber one, hoe, whatever language you knowYou couldve been my ace or my ill, we go through cases to buildRight now you goin through faces of fearSo its a rhyme fract, you dont turn out the lightsAnd beast walk the streets, got you scared of the night[chorus 2x: sample]Play yall niggaz drunk, it aint no motha*****a like mePlay yall niggaz drunk, it aint no motha*****a like mePlay yall niggaz drunk, it aint no motha*****a like meCuz I be on, I be on some new improved next shit[drunken dragon]Yo, yo, yo...They call me darth vader when Im invadin ya spaceRaid your area (yo rza hit em with the mace)Leave that hard shit up under a rock, ya sound fakeThe platform shake, Im like a human earthquakeFeel the tremors, lights get dimmer, cut your power linesShort-shiggety-shine, illuminate your mindI heard too many rhymes slackin, too many mcs be lackinThe skill that it takes (and they still rappin!)My apparatus is the baddest, my lyrical flows the maddestYour style is the pips without the gladys (hoo!)Light-brite, these mcs be writin wack rhymesClaimin that they pullin fifty triggas at a time(yo they lyin) Im out firin, yo puff you beWhile you poppin shit Im poppin nuts up in your girls coutieI roll the mic up in the phillySmoked it, now watch these mcs get sillyFrom the contact, dragon, I rip mics tightPoppin couchie in the daytime and lyrics at nightDamn right, bob, I rock a rhyme non-stopStraight from brooklyn where my hip-hop gets dropped[chorus 2x][delta #1]Aint no motha*****er like me...On some next shit, holdin laser three-eightiesGivin laser dick to a ***** like kendra, playaIm on tracks hustlin my pen, Im a nigga with attitudeLike ren & dre, keepin verses gangstaAnd I teach my little cousos how to spit verbal ammoThat I had flex on they dick and bomb shit upWhen my squad rolls up, its nuthin but a g thangWe keep raps potent, thats a gumbo thing, what?[kendra] (buddha monk) {both}Got yall niggaz on ya back like ima ***** em in the vIf you see my cheetahs, china rings overseas(its the darker slower, sword swingin, kamikaze gun totinBust a rhyme with the henny, drunk totin)Its motion on stage, put niggaz in a crazeMusical chairs when I raise like flags, a forteHell raise, find ya by doorags (doorags, nigga)You crews laugh, this staff blew too fast(we never knew that our slang would cause too much impactOn the devil, wantin to reject that but the kids is buyin that)Niggas tryin that, tricks we give, tricks with kidsShit we live, catchin licks, all in the demons gripNeed I say more? blow up buddha-god, the sage shoreSalute the lyrical tear-up, we never fearin youScarin you, too tough for the wack, we never hearin you(you stuck by two of the greatest tactics) yes(we bomby blue, blarin on every track, if you ask usIts the blackout, bum-rush) you wanna get stupid?(cold, ready to aim to bust back and make noise)My corpse is a rza from a thriller or nine killaPassin by mumia is like trapped in the raw, nigga(so who wanna test those who sue skin like iodine)Acidic, my rock frequency like jesus in palestine(packin nickel-plated chrome ninesI design lines to the burn-freeze minds)Cross the river jordan in timbs to get mine{it aint a motha*****a like me}[chorus 2.5x]
