Bumpshit

[ Hook ] It's the Ill Pluster, Phesto Dee O. Lindsey, T. Massey So what you wanna be? Us Just peep the bump and thump You ain't got no choice but throw yo hands up [ VERSE 1: Opio ] You're stuck Crucified, you lose, don't try your luck I cut 'em up Run through and ruin MC's, they can suck my dick The Hieroglyphic kingdom bring 'em down to earth They worthless, worse, this is the beginning And I'm winning Offending MC's, they can't accept it Inside he hide his fear or fury, that shit was weary And I hear he don't be comin off the top He better drop and give me 50 Cause if you don't shape up, I take what's mine, and that's your title What you write I'll demolish Polish up your skills, just forget all this Call it quits, it's overwhelmin You keep failin to impress You're sluggish, I put a fake MC to rest I got pages for the courageous, amazes Fazes my opponent leave the microphone bent Your flow is basic, you get erased quick Stick to fantasizin You're wack, deny the fact that I win Ease the pain, I still remain the king I sing a lullaby to nullify the lazy-ass lame famous MC Even the nameless MC gets unfriendly So we out to check 'em, direct from O. Lindsey [ VERSE 2: A-Plus ] Why you got to do the kinda shit that I hate? I find your shit to be fake Your mind ain't fit to create Cease, you late at rappin Accidents waitin to happen Tryina fade the Adam They backs is broke when they attack him Cause I play and mack 'em See that's an everyday thang You can peep these hoes jockin in whenever we hang I gets game from 'em, see Hieroglyphics came from the East Side of O Gettin jocked when we tried to go To these funk dictions With a grudge written overnight rappers come wishin But Plus hold the mic and slap you with the bumpshit'n Them hoes jock you the most Wish I was there when them cowards jumped Donnie and Los We own all mics in the solar system You gets dropped when the Souls come repossess props with the older wisdom And the beat, it just drops, then I hold the rhythm Souls of Mischief is the cold-est [ Hook ] [ VERSE 3: Tajai ] To all you crews, think if we was weak as you Well, would you listen to a doozy? You're lucky that we disapprove And frown at that candy-coated cartoon-clown shit We don't allow it (Naw, that would make us some hypocrites) You scare yourself into poppin lip and jest Suckers savin face but catch it in the chest So just abate your haste To activate your ( ? ? ) the best rhymer Stomp your crew out with your bomber I got the tool, just stay off the drama Jump but that's madness, my shit's the bump If I didn't have hits, I'd persist to pump My mind to capacity till the shit just dump Out on the sidewalk And only then would I sqawk And babble nonsense Rippin this shit long as I'm conscious And even in your dreams you fiend and follow it, no haps You better quit 'fore y'all get with the vocab -ulary lunchmeat suckers smoke pads Or somethin, lack the gumption Get smacked when we up in the house [ VERSE 4: Phesto ] First of all niggas are fake, they get baked Tryina penetrate the inferno I surround the microphone with Cause to the highest degrees MC's marvel over me I never reconsider gettin rid of them They perishin, embarassin as the air gets thin I stare 'em in they eyes before I wear 'em in It's no comparison to the immaculate You get ramshackled with the mic Lanced with the javelin for rattlin off at the lip (Get off my dick) Well you get liquified, stigmatized if you try It's circumstantial You niggas are unadvanced with the mic An avalanche, you don't have a chance, just dance to The beat, I'm notorious for this Niggas tryina come to grips But it's inevitable you'll never know Execution is your only resoultion So retrace your steps or face your death [ Hook ]