WUSB Promo (90.1 Shadybrook) Lyrics
W U S B, 90.1 under FM dial,
from 3 AM to 6.30 AM,
and this is how we do it, Natural Elements style
I got my man, Mister Voo in the house,
I got my man, L Swift in the house,
and this is how it's going down,
check it!
Well, it's the glorious, notorious,
one - non, but I,
so sleep if you wanna,
go ahead,
get some shut eye
When I say im gonna kick it to you simple this time,
simple ass, the simp-el-(l)est crime,
my temple is my mind,
I can make you dance, but, not with this rhyme,
motherfucker, this ain't the grind, this is
? my rhyme on disignate,
put on page and resonate,
stages I - detonate
devastate, never hesitate,
featherweight to to meatherweight
set a date and incidate,
Kick a rhyme and breeze,
got mad testies,
so don't try to hang with it
I done did a gang of shit,
but I ain't on no gangster shit
find a mic and tangle it,
strangle with and mangle it,
puncture your car-pil-la-ry,
with verbal ar-til-ler-ry,
whenever I run out, I just
switch to aux-il-le-ry
my mind fetches, rhymes me catches
a nigga wreck this, I couldn't picture that
even with corporal sketches,
see, if you got freestyle, but you
don't have material, you just a
man-a-gerial?, to battle the etherial?,
competetise? is competty? and gets
blown into confettie,
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damn, why your face so sweaty, kid,
we jettin' / rejetty?
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well as you - enter the realm of the darkness,
you can recognize, poetry, from a poet who is heartless,
n, remain optimist, when im droppin' this,
niggas have styles but they get my knock we swift,
so pull out your cock/glock and and shit, when you got beef
cause if you don't, you might reach,
18 subtracted by 12 feet deep,
so peep the methods,
I concentrate when I wreck it,
dominate when I flex it,
bomb/run the state when I select it,
contemplate when I flex it,
so grap your weapon then,
basically I'm wreckoning,
also I, recommend,
you chill and watch,
before you introduce,
still I have a million and one styles,
when I venture through,
emcees, who never gave me
my respect yet, still I catch wreck,
when I'm droppin' numerous death threats,
on your cassette decks, let's let,
you can not get physical with,
this mystical shit,
that you should recognize as a lyrical gift,
so check it out ya'll
