Lakim Shabazz - Notes Of Def Lyrics
(Okay budddy - start playin)Hush-hush pooh-putts, I lay ya like sheet rockHe thought he'd rock me, what a pea*****You ( ? ) creampuff cornpieI'd get a million for my rhymes if I took em to a pawnshopA musical menace, in awareness I make slammin hitsI got flavor more than a banana splitPrepare yourself for a hip-hop, a knock, a blastA hitman for hire by the name of Lak ShabazzI elevate till I raise the roofGirls get ***** and give me their bathing suitsLike a magnet I cling to the mic, I don't swing a knifeI'm like GE, I 'bring good things to life'One of the chosen few holding you under siegeWanna bleed, I treat you like weed and a fonto leafRoll ya, smoke ya, you should hold ya breathI see smoke comin out your ears from the notes of defIt ain't nothin like ( ? ) listenin to a serious saxophoneThat cracks the dome open wideTo a smooth sound, who's bound to do nowNot too many, I see a lot of them go and hideThe subject is that I must getHype, this is a chain, a connnection of ruffnecksYou're weak and not wise, you move counterclock-wiseYou should know that I swap fliesThe microphone gets clutched like a turning kitGimme a scratch, watch me burn a bitYo, I hold information like a microchipI'm rough and rugged, I might as well go head and flipInto a lyrical round-offAll I hear in my ear is that they love the way it sounds offThe way I beat on a rap was quite brutalI make em completely ineffective, futileRhymes I could rock, I'm in a good spotI turn sell out crowds and pack em in like WoodstockBeen a long time since you heard a rhyme like mineYou're impatiently waiting for the punchlineBut it won't come till I'm done, so beware, sonMy vocals are deadly, most get scared and runFor reinforcements, I'll enforce thisLaw of how to get raw, watch my force ripTake a sip, the beats'll hit youHere's a chance to dance, now may the force be with youRhymes ( ? ) like kerosineYou ride my saddle, you wanna battle, you get creamedYou better quit I don't think you can deal withI was made mentally, physically fitTo take heads, cold rip to shreadsCall on the coastguard, I rip the feds45 King is in the effect moodHe'll produce and get loose with a correct grooveYou need to back off, you can't hang with usWe're not dope, we're more like angel dustThe earth is mine, every square mile of itYou miss the flavor, got piles of itI drew my path for those that follow itMy impact is like that of a hollow tipI'll arrange the style, don't change the dialI'm refined with the rhyme that'll make you smileCee Just remain serious, no time to playStay still, nobody move, watch him displayTalents and techniques as I speak, the weakFreak cause I'm sleak and uniqueHorns are horny, the snare drum makes some retreatCee Just on the cut and the King's on the beatMy voice is choice from baritone to bassclefAnd these are the notes of def
