The Demigodz - Well, Well, WellLyrics

Well well well well well well Hey yeah ay ya ya You better know now or know how We so foul and profound Blowouts, CD's sold out, the illest no doubt When "Celph Titled" roll out, immaculate respect "Uzi's" and "Tek's" protect your neck with a teflon turtleneck Bitch there ain't a diesel cat that could face me You don't really want to run your mouth and make me Summon the gods with my mystery chant And perform the running-man for my victory dance Murder motherfuckers mostly over money with guns to they tummies Hollow-tips that leave you stiffer than a mannequin dummy Record a demo while the "Demigodz" make new songs Your better off running the triathlon with parachutes on A real bug-nigga, and that's how I'm better known You make beats, I'd rather rhyme to a metronome Other crews got ego's but can't floss right I'll run them over have em' smoking the exhaust pipe Well well well well well well Hey yeah ay ya ya Already proved that all my rhymes are wicked enough They sleep when you on the mic your fucking "Jigglypuff" A big kid jail-fuck, I don't want to grow up And I don't care what he says yo he can suck a know what I'm bigger than that, smile when you kicking my raps Have conversations with your girl while she sits on my lap Yo stop talking about they girls man it's starting to get old Well, um, no tell they girls to stop leaving they clothes The reason I flow, is not to just get us indoors Pops in barber shops like my son is better than yours 'Cause and effect, "Rise" is the effect and the cause All those who came before I just perfected they flaws Perfect with clause I have to be look at my town Neglecting the laws of gravity, I'm not coming down There's cops on the ground, that look like dots on a map From the level of where I'm at when I'm dropping, you whack Well well well well well well Hey yeah ay ya ya I rock rhymes that blow ends, drop lines like gold friends Pull dimes that start trends, while your trying to make amends Your girls be like you want it, all fives and no tens Actually the wrong one, you bust with small guns I look like an MC who murders the spot Like "Derek Jeter" looks like a smaller version of "The Rock" Bitch please, I never ever met a dick-tease I'm so cool that when I spit free's my spit freeze "Old Yeller", I'm known to leave a fella With more cuts and scratches than the "Shook One's" acapella You want to fuck around with "Esoteric" And blown on some bullshit like working-dice-credit When rappers try, they usually step and die Then MC's get the message like a number I don't recognize Your call her back, pop minds they hear me freestyle And spend the next seven days hittin' redial Well well well well well well Hey yeah ay ya ya I keep the planet under my spell, under my reign I stay on tracks, while throwing rappers under the train I'm numbing your brain, stunning you while tonguing your dame I appreciate her, everything that's under her brain When reciting it's lighting with thunder and rain A "Demigod" that's beyond your small blundering brains Fortunate fame, really it's just one in the same That I obtain while your still a bum begging for change Trying to front like your new and really nothing has changed You ain't underground, your locked in a dungeon with chains Your not a thug 'cause' you rock your little "Lugz" and a chain I'm a slug, nah fuck that, I'm double the pain Your hussling game is lame, couple bucks and a name Maybe some buckets of champagne with sluts in the range I'll fuck with your brain and flex so your muscles are strained Until your nothing but a punk clutching crutches and canes Well well well well well well Hey yeah ay ya ya Well well well well well well