Shit´s Tight Letra

Inflation of the blunt rhymes calls for infiltration of the Front lines, eat a punk like pork rinds Roll trashy emcees up, puff and pull another toke out Stomp 'em out like the great american smoke out I vote against another weeded emcee Next one I see will be a bleeding emcee Intensified, I blow up the wack Fools, make a narcoleptic an insomniac. "Mom he's fat, mom he's fat, let me buy his tape!" Ten years from now Showbiz'll dig in my crates 'Cause all the dope breaks i have in my room Japanese bamboo flute? Damn, didn't think I would have it Now every other DJ out there is gonna' grab it Or give me some records to sample, I don't need those Cool wit me though, my shit's tight like Speedos Pick up the pieces, puzzle pieces, check the new releases Ask what the stink is, it's me, I'm the shit like feces I need these rhymes and metaphors 'Cause like Kool Keith said I'll make 'em better for The break beats I use to fuse with Kids 'cause they did, pop the fucking lid Competition has expired like milk in your mama's fridge You ain't a soap opera, so stop all the drama, kid Jump out the box like a mug named Jack Named after what your rhymes are worth, you worthless mack I got stacks of new material The inferior will try to get to the interior Inside I keep the secret laboratory Like Mad Professor I guess the scrolls are on the second story Don't bore me with wack production I will call for destruction shit's tight like stuffing Shit's tight like a virgin, you heard men screaming Possessed by the demon out of Jersey you heard me With the on-and-off drums, I come correct Like Alex Trebec catching wreck like a broke neck Double metaphors affecting how I'm mic checking One, two, as if I couldn't count Bounce like a fat check or a fat chick on a trampoline I trample fiends who deem it necessary to bury bones Of the skeletons in my closet I had the beat and lost it Frost it like a cake with the flavor of the month Tell me what you want... tell me what you want, don't front I'll bring you what you desire with no perspire-ation But I'll lose patience if you ask for G-Funk Fuck the P-funk, I'm coming with the elephant trunk Of rhymes for your ass, you better catch it hold your mitt tight Shit's tight, shit's tight, the shit is tight