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No Dancing
Hip-Hop/Rap
No Dancing was released on April 4, 2006 by Emveez / Day By Day Entertainment as a part of the album Stronghold - Mixtape Vol. 2
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Release DateApril 4, 2006
LabelEmveez / Day By Day Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM79

Credits

Lyrics

IP
CVs
This shit's called "No Dancing"
Acknowledge the brolic mental polished on instrumentals
My watch is Guess or Boss, so I'm not rockin' a presidential
But yours could get yapped, so watch the shit you get into
'Cause you're fuckin' with the wrong
One, you're finished in the long run
But yours could get yapped, so watch the shit you get into
'Cause you're fuckin' with the wrong one, you're finished in the
You're fuckin' with the wrong one
You're fuckin' with the wrong one, you're finished in the long run
Siddell only had one son
But I walk the streets like an army
As if I'm holdin' heat inside of the army
But you wouldn't find none of that on me
Just two knuckles, two feet and maybe
A box cutter to get some blood on me
I take my hostility out on the corny
So if you lookin' for a profitable prospect, you got an employee
CVs, the convoy of the century
Poison the industry with life-threatening lyrics that get in an enemy
Spittin' with enormous energy, a timeless classic
You rhymeless bastard, I stay designin' to smash hits
I could get out of line mad quick and just bash shit
With an aluminum bat, I'm the Case out the basket, fucker
This ain't a dance record
This the type of shit to put you and your
Man in a trance and wanna act reckless
Please understand we dispatch at any second
We don't give a damn, leave you on the land breathless
You need to take heed to the message
Before it gets worse than words or you herds will get disrespected
Bust brains with insane methods
Lust dames that get top in the Range
I can't refrain from explainin' the facts
It's just that nowadays I really can't trust rap
At first I did it for the love, nuts just in my pockets
Thought it was fine, can't rhyme while my stomach's touchin' my spine
But now I'm spittin' for them heavy duckets
Fuck that other shit cats is kickin', time I have 'em kickin' a bucket
Kid, I did shows for limited budgets
Was and still is one **** that mad
**** out there can't even fuck with
So let the truth be told
I'm livin' proof for the youth and the old
I'm like a warm feelin' that soothes to your soul
But I'm not talkin' about emotions
I'm more like some hot flyin' objects piercin'
Through your body from the shotty smokin'
The flow got your hottie noses open
Put the blows on a brother's skull with raps 'til his scalp opens
My heart is cold like I'm in the Alps with my coat open
The dope cobra shot you with quotes that are high voltage
This ain't a dance record
This the type of shit to put you and your
Man in a trance and wanna act reckless
Please understand we dispatch at any second
We don't give a damn, leave you on the land breathless
You need to take heed to the message
Before it gets worse than words or you herds will get disrespected
Bust brains with insane methods
Lust dames that get top in the Range
Back in the days I was on some shit when I spit
But once the new millennium hit, my
Brain cells switched to Pentium chips
Not only ahead of my time, but ahead of myself
With every rhyme I have no choice but to better myself
My voice produces blended brethren as bedlam
'Cause you're listenin' to a style that's relentless
Every sentence is redrum
Can't fuck with pigeons, I want for my breadcrumbs
Unless they runnin' for president
Other than that, they don't get the dead ones
And that's word on the heads of my sons
I gotta be one of the hottest ****
In Harlem that's swift with the tongue
You turn bitch like I'm grippin' a gun
Barrel in the palm, 'bout to do some harm to your cranium, dun
I'm the one to blame for the drama
My mama calls me her prodigal son
A product of the diabolical slums
It's liable to have you wire your gums
From gettin' jacked in the jaw
Moses split seas, I split MCs into four
This ain't a dance record
This the type of shit to put you and your
Man in a trance and wanna act reckless
Please understand we dispatch at any second
We don't give a damn, leave you on the land breathless
You need to take heed to the message
Before it gets worse than words or you herds will get disrespected
Bust brains with insane methods
Lust dames that get top in the Range
Written by: Chris Isaak
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