Nigen Slump (Remix)

"Revenge!" [Luckyiam.PSC] I'm on top of this Still bird's eye viewin' it A lot of motherfuckers in this business ain't true to it Slid 'em a single Yes it wasn't major And we still ain't gettin' no love by player haters (Fat Beats) Fool we ain't ballin' We just rip shows out of the country while you fallin' Standin' strong and clown silly hoes If you don't know who we is by know you'll never know [MURS] Most got the bump but what? We got the slump niggas sellin' these tapes Till I can dump figures down on my laptop Laptop stay by me Yes I'm bout the benjamins But never assemble them In amounts more than ten Gs Government satellites pick that shit up Throw you on their TVs Yes the metal strip, you thought they did it To stop counterfeit How they gonna put my ass out a job? I jog cougar RPC competition with the KF7 Soviet Opponents get ripped inside of the basement Chasin' down the wrong corridor How many times? Do the Legends go into 64 Eight More MCs Master Citizens Slaughterin' buzz You get plugged like live and direct from the Truman Show A human though Homo superior My syonic energy overwhelms thee inferior "Revenge" [Eligh] Withering syllables spring lifeless Timeless satirical laughter at your style Is screwed, failed to move the crowd Serial digits Been scratched off the wagon So the dust becomes your company Title "Some MC" Rival enemies loud Enemy cracks ? doesn't stat the facts So lax Down to the deepest part of tax Repeat the slack off Let my reality slump Without the bass The mist they jack off Float so endless in this time and space Disgrace In innovative excitement takes place Energy level's low Don't get the concept Reaping what you sow So, the final blow Remainders angered at the cost Toss their luck to perfect strangers But this pro won't take a loss [Asop] Virtually, the whole meaning of fresh rests within The music that we blend in the background Sounds tight Yeah tight Tighter than your show that we ripped up last night Fight for your chance to evolve, I'll call your name out You'se about a bitch ass No rhymin' rapture Bout to get big off some wack shit, it'll never work While I'm tellin' you You better listen boy Or you get rushed Cup the mic like them other toys While the beat's slumpin' These niggas sayin' somethin' intelligent Relevant to the elegant math have you highly out classed [The Grouch] Pressurized writing Skills igniting, thrill feeling from the inside Bring the slump quick ride I'm sittin' on vinyl doin' donuts on the table when they go nuts And I'm stable otherwise I'm insecure But Just a little bit, I spit it and get cocky Geeks and weirdos jock me Help me clock these zeros These big ideas I draw close, saw Most of y'all was peepin' I came raw no flaws A little if any I'm not riddled to skinny The pots there for the takin' who's slump is earthquakin'? Makin' decisions my vision is too broad for that Fuck just respect, I make you wanna applaud my raps And ain't no dogs or gats Makin' noise here I'm poised, fear the sense it made Call your defense brigade "Revenge!" [Sunspot Jonz] These motherfuckers! Is underground with no freestyle Freestyles with no style I'm smakin' cream pies Trackin' curly fries Tryin' to french fry their way to the top of the cherry pie Fools is slimy Like 106 Smoke a beadie and chill Pray your chicken ass, the industry don't kill 4001 ways to kill your ass Still the Legends With mass appeal When underground tapes will end up deep Producing ? see through poetic words a still leak Like time after time Every line you say you can't back up Blow your track up You signed and wack as...fuck Like airplane food Brussels sprouts and ? I'm gumbo and crawfish Living words yellow back mule Punk DJ You're on the dick of your commercial radio station play Everything but locals say Run around and ask about some underground, love Let's put on some boxing gloves Gerry Cooney I'm Julio Chavez Body blow body blow Awe yeah I took a Rittlin and still in And you bite so much you used to be thinner There was a sinner It's a girl beginner You're an evil captain Penetratin' my shit up Cause I keep my ear to the ground [Bicasso] Ha ha ha Check out my Bizarre-o So now some of you might be wondering What is this beat bumpin' This so called slump thing? What I mean is There's a million and four reasons so get with it If it passed you up on the charts, we might just quit it Shit, I mean spit it At a show for the true fans Or spin it on the radio while you scratch with your two hands But this disc jock Be commanding respect And if you ain't got service yet Then you best to go out and get it Shit "Revenge" [Sunspot Jonz] Where you goin' where you goin' Revenge Revenge