SAY THAT
L. Daumont, T. Shimura

Lateef and Lyrics Born
You can't see them!

LATEEF:

One way-a microphoneworks
Checkin' suckas on they usage of vocal tones
While the breaks be bangin
Cold shakin ya holmes
Vibrations reverberatin give identification
In meter Neter like Metu
Leavin holes in ya speakers
Scold a brotha like Lateef-oh, that's a no can do
The Black and Puerto Rican lyric deacon speaking the truth
I'll make ya giggle like a tickle or a nipple tweaker
I freak a style from here to Mogadishu-here to Mozambique-a
From here to Mount Zion I'm hard to reach when at my peak
Of shinin flowin like a creek a lava spicy like paprika
That's neither here nor there
Fully chargin up the air-heavy sounds getting thicker like the atmosphere?
Ya gotta get up on it cuz we got whatcha want-the
beats be fat like the factory Wonka
Suckas keep bitin like a gang of piranhas
Ya betta come with it if your thinkin is stronger
The mindset couldn't be any wronger
We roll deep swoll like the island of Tonga
Don't even really need to rock the mic any longer
So I stop!
Pass the mic like I pass on the porkchops
And it don't quit
I say that to say this
You can't oppose this
I say that to say this
Cuz if the clothes fit
I say that to say this
You're a hostess
I say that to say this

LYRICS BORN:

You're so sensitive
All I said was simple sentences
Premises was left as if the messages were venomous
They are though
Guess it's just my penmanship and how it moves
Your torso
Suckass steer clear of me like feminists
do carshows
There's a little punchline for those of you
who love rhymes with those in 'em.
Hear it one time then you're finished with 'em
Give you that nasty tangy feeling
Check it out
Free rhymes for griots in Fiats and Klingons
and wee tots with crayons and Koreans
in Reeboks in kiosks at flea marts and peons
that be on some feline shit.
Ya'll like the FBI on some espionage
asking questions but my head's beyond that
Be openly honest
Ya'll write ya'll own rhymes?
Oh I doubt it
I's dotted
T's crossed
tell you what
I make a song
you take it home, you think about it
Promise me with every opportunity you'll use the all illuminating eye
beyond the obvious buffoonery
Defy the allegations and the rumory
Be out the labyrinth the average imp's enamored with
And you don't stop
I say that to say this
Cause with a closed fist
I say that to say this
You can't oppose this
I say that to say this
You're just bull shit.

PRODUCED BY LYRICS BORN