real emcees (shpee squad mix) Lyrics – the zyg 808
Singer: the zyg 808
Title: real emcees (shpee squad mix)
This is a joint just for real emcees
Hands in the air but you don’t have to freeze
The boom bap attack’ll bring you right to your knees
Mumble mouth clowns need speech therapy
This is a joint just for real emcees
Banging from the cape to the west indies
Coming at you straight from 130
I step to the mic & say what i please
Real emcees probably look like me
Master chief i’m a shpee emcee
S~h~p baby add the double e
What does that spell? (shpee!)
From 130 to the cranberry bogs
Comes the
Guard dog
Of the black wampanoag
As a kid
I was gifted with 1,000,000 flaws
The outlaw, bill pickett, and i’m quick with the draw
Wicked raw
Clinically smart
Like john q’s son i’ve got the biggest of hеarts
Our souls are like
Only just a body apart
When mac gеts here that’s when the party will start
So
Who is tryna have them a brawl
I mean
Grab your tatas & take off your bras
It’s captain mac from the shpi~shpi~shpiggity squad yeah
Yeah yeah yeah you know who we are
This is a joint just for real emcees
Hands in the air but you don’t have to freeze
The boom bap attack’ll bring you right to your knees
Mumble mouth clowns need speech therapy
This is a joint just for real emcees
Banging from the cape to the west indies
Coming at you straight from 130
I step to the mic & say what i please
Zyg 808!
Soul poets records!
Shpee squad in the buildin’!
South coast thumpin’!
Yeah yeah
You might be a nice guy but i only hear you rapping
You’re words lack substance its always just trapping
You’re music so trash but it does get you play
You a passing fad but i’m here to stay
You might think you’re hot now but don’t be mislead
You only have one style because you’re musically inbred
My level of awareness switches genres on a dime
While you’re doing the same routine every single time
You’ll be lost when the cheering stops
My next album could be jazz and ill still get props
Shpee squad going up
This a vision not a hobby
Now its time for a meet & greet in the lobby
’cause
This is a joint just for real emcees
Hands in the air but you don’t have to freeze
The boom bap attack’ll bring you right to your knees
Mumble mouth clowns need speech therapy
This is a joint just for real emcees
Banging from the cape to the west indies
Coming at you straight from 130
I step to the mic & say what i please
Yeah hold up jjnice
I’m a real emcee
I’m a thug poet
I load the clip
Let the choppa spray
Y’all ain’t even worthy opponents
My lyrics unmatched
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So you’ll never hear me on repeat
My bars addictin’ like crack in the 80’s
Yeah my sh~t a disease
A young n~gga on the rise and i’m k!llin all these beats
These n~ggas hittin my line for features
But they really wannabes
Jjnice i’m all about a check
I;m never focused on the negativity
But i’m money hungry
So i’m on a mission
I used to rap for free
But now i’m charging admission
I’m an emcee
Not a rapper
Or a musician
But when i hop on the track
I bring the heat
I spit the flames
Imma light the ignition
Yeah we kickin that old school
Yeah that new edition
Yeah that new edition
This is a joint just for real emcees
Hands in the air but you don’t have to freeze
The boom bap attack’ll bring you right to your knees
Mumble mouth clowns need speech therapy
This is a joint just for real emcees
Banging from the cape to the west indies
Coming at you straight from 130
I step to the mic & say what i please
It’s j. r. and i’m ready to snap
Poppin’ a shoulder
Brush it off toastin the holster
I pull up on the scene
Like a coach with a chauffeur
Bad b~tches on the side and i ain’t done ’til it’s over
Who really out here tryna say they can rap?
I done been out the country and all over the map
It’s j. r. native throwing 3’s from the back
And if you’re tryna play with 3 then your hearin’ is wack
Swish
My brother i ball
We can meet up on the court or we can go to the yard
I’m steady gettin paper from the night to the morn
And playin’ wit’ my paper is like playin’ with h~rns
Skrrrrt like, how he do that?
Takin’ over your whole block like “where ya crew at?”
My guy, i don’t do that
I’m pretty sure you knew that
I’m always on 130 block and the opps know that
Squad!
This is a joint just for real emcees
Hands in the air but you don’t have to freeze
The boom bap attack’ll bring you right to your knees
Mumble mouth clowns need speech therapy
This is a joint just for real emcees
Banging from the cape to the west indies
Coming at you straight from 130
I step to the mic & say what i please
These n~ggas stupid they realizin’ the truth is in
I hit it once and she buggin she tryna move it in
A group of youngins [?]
I’m ’bout that hip~hop 40 cali’ & flip flop
Get your sh~t popped for the tip top & the wrist watch
I really clap sh~t marijuana and crack flip
Get your back hit from the mac we ’bout that action
I rap attack and boom bap
Don’t wife a thotty expecting to get your boo back
Youngins in the trenches relentless we tryna get it
Whippin’ like a chemist prolific you lookin skiddish
Felony extension [?]
I cannot complain
I’m not dead or sittin’ in prison
Felony extension [?]
Ain’t n0body listen
I tell ’em what i envision
Brought it to fruition
A pitching duck in the system
Hol’ up
This is a joint just for real emcees
Hands in the air but you don’t have to freeze
The boom bap attack’ll bring you right to your knees
Mumble mouth clowns need speech therapy
This is a joint just for real emcees
Banging from the cape to the west indies
Coming at you straight from 130
I step to the mic & say what i please
Someone who’s real is someone who never fronts
And when he can creatively manifest however he wants
He’s also considered a man of the renaissance
H~llo my name is mwalim reppin mashpee and the bronx
Don’t need to see me to feel my presence
Step up incorrect
I’ll send you back to the essence
You can add my words
To your plus degree lessons
The griot vibe is what i’m straight up investing
Guess who’s rocking the party
The phunky deadlocked black wampanoag warrior
Rappers came from jazz poets
Who started out as street poets
And we can trace our roots back to the griots
It’s a cultural thread that you can’t see
’cause you treat it like a commodity
Or trend
That’s why label exec’s are never your friend
Celebrate the culture or it’ll come to an end
This is a joint just for real emcees
Hands in the air but you don’t have to freeze
The boom bap attack’ll bring you right to your knees
Mumble mouth clowns need speech therapy
This is a joint just for real emcees
Banging from the cape to the west indies
Coming at you straight from 130
I step to the mic & say what i please
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