Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Special Ed
Special Ed
Performer
Nine
Nine
Vocals
Shills Da Realz
Shills Da Realz
Vocals
Fi Lo
Fi Lo
Vocals
Guess
Guess
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
E. Archer
E. Archer
Composer
S. Phillips
S. Phillips
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Father Shaheed
Father Shaheed
Producer

Lyrics

I'm coming out of the tar
A street star
I'm opening up a jar
So bar for bar you can't spar
Get back in your car
Pele or sea spray
I don't see day I don't play
You don't say so don't say it silence
Don't let ya jaws be the cause of violence
I'd hate to have to demonstrate the effects
Leaving ya in a blur when I reoccur
I prefer to temporarily blind ya mind
Leaving ya thoughts to resign the first line
Words that crush ya
Get ahead rush when Ed rush the mic
I rhyme for spite not for life
Or for a night cause it's been a long time
But I'm on time cause I'm
Sworn to rhyme
So don't even come with that
Done with that see
Cause we rule so you don't fool me
That's how we do a **** just like that
That's how we do a **** just like that
That's how we do a **** just like that
That's how we do a **** just like that
I write rhymes with a pencil or a pen
It doesn't matter when
I rhyme till the end of time
Or my life whichever comes first
Till I blow up or a nuclear burst
Or a natural disaster
I'm an actual master of the ceremonies
Fuck the phonies
Cause I serve more **** than Shoney's or Denny's
While you rhymes for pennies
I go for bills either g's or mills
So slow down kid
You need to pop some pills
While I drop some skills
Yeah cause I got 'em
I'm bagging **** up like boom at the spot
I'm brown-skinned about like 5'11
Taking **** out like a 3-5-7
All the way to heaven ask Dougie
Fuck around and get smoked like a druggie
Cause it's goin' on '95 and I'm eating alive
Will he survive I got an appetite
A rapper might not live
Hard rhymes are raw I'm never going give
Some wanna battle but I don't think you should
You might think you're good
But you're really on the wood
So just lamp or get blown like an amp
Or get damned not quite get wet
He already packed so act put away the tech
You walk and you talk
And ya peck peck peck
Real rough neck don't check for no lotion
I'll do you without a notion
And no commotion straight off no string
Any many **** want it
But they can't get any
I'm well trained and I'm all-terrain
So my skills never decrease
I'm never the lease
I don't cease fire or get caught in the barbed wire
Cause I'm ready for war
Ready and raw
So if you want beef
Come and get ate
Put them on the plate act
Put them on the plate
Written by: E. Archer, S. Phillips
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