Songtext Every rhyme i write (feat. the cocoa bros.) Shabaam Sahdeeq

Every rhyme i write (feat. the cocoa bros.)

F/ The Cocoa Brovaz

[Shabaam Sahdeeq]
Yo, yo we throw slug rhymes at niggaz over your airtime

Knock em out position, drink and piss in the moonshine

We take time, rewind that, counterclockwise

Got it on tape, swellin your face, showin you ca-ca

No shut eye, Cocoa B's, sinister B's, nuff trees

Fog like London when you come in the dungeon

Hot shit, oven mitts what you need

To swing with these three MC's like heavy pendants

[Tek]

Step to the side Dunn Dunn, you know these bullets is nameless

Like virgin ass cats who hate, because they gameless

Put down the stainless, only to grip upon the plastic

Lighter to carry, metal detectos can't track it

If it's, reason to cock, then it's, reason to spit

You took my man's shit, the reason you got hit

Now you hold that and live with it, plastic bag shit

When your boys come around, you can tell em ? did it

[Steele]

Yo watch us lace shit like new kicks, my crew's quick

To pull tools and stick you for your jewels, and loot stupid

Punk bitch, make you run quick, run yo' shit

You don't deserve it, gettin served on some herb shit

Like Pee Wee Herman, y'all niggaz caught jugglin sperm

And I burn them dickriders serpents times the rounds is German
Luger shells, who the hell them nickel-plated duplicates

Fuck this, we bring the ruckus, niggaz ain't doin shit

Prodigy
"Realize sucker.."
Prodigy
"Better recognize it.."
Prodigy
"..better ask somebody!"
Prodigy
"You don't know?" .. "You better ask somebody!"

[
Shabaam Sahdeeq]
Track metal, rip through your crew like hacksaws

Attack jaws, and break both legs on the tour

The crowd, beggin for more, splash em with metaphors

Leave em wet like Coney Park when I display the art

I choke notes, batter bass, murder treble

Injure contenders, and turn they whole fort to rubble
S-
Double, rebel for the new millineum

Rules we bendin em back, we crackin them straps, we packin em

[Tek]

Duck Down Records wrecks ya bring the Rawkus Steele and Tek shit

Shabaam slams, my fam's connected, Duke respect it
Don't make my dog get angry in public like he does

Make shit hectic start buggin then pull the plug and disconnect shit

[Steele]
I'm like a big purple and yellow, CBR eleven hundred

You like the Honda scooter, no gears and one color

When I was younger I was speed to let the heat blow

But now I'm rappin like Usher, I do it Nice and Slow

[Tek]
Hit these niggaz with a Tyson blow, slicin foes

Throwin shark skins at those who come here to oppose

[Steele]

I bled Arabic with ones, told him rock with that

My brother went up top, and seen papi with that

My nigga, what, call them bastards 'fore he cuts two gats

Another Bed-Stuy's finest was fuckin with that

[
Shabaam Saheeeq]
For the record, we just grab the mic, and we check it

Kinda unexpected, for the ones that's dozin

Leavin you open like a gash, nigga PEEP my style

I rips it foul, you ain't sayin nothin I'm fearin
B-
K to B-X, B-X to N-J
Music to my ear like Tito Puente, comprende?

Spit verbs for my gente, don't get it confused

You lose, fuckin with those that don't care

Put your ear to the concrete, feel the buzz on the street

The elite in my fleet, takin dimes to the hole

You ask who got soul'Sahdeeq and Cocoa's
Flow blow yours, flat on the beach like sand castles

Prodigy
"Realize sucker.."
Prodigy
"Better recognize it.."
Prodigy
"..better ask somebody!"
Prodigy
"You don't know?" .. "You better ask somebody!"

And that's what it be black, it's all about

Gettin deep on, this session.. uh-huh

You know how it go, Sahdeeq, Cocoa B's, Smokin Gunz
Nick the Wiz, ?, that arabic, big U-N-I
Yeah, bitches..

[
Eddie Griffin]
Yeah this is Eddie Griffin right?

I wanna give a shout out to uh, the Beat Junkies
J-Rocc, Babu, Rawkus Records in the MOTHERF... in the house!