<<< HipHopLyrics.de >>> Artist: Mike Zoot Platte: Turn/Service/High Drama 12" Track: Service (Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat... Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat... Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat... Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...) Very special... (Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...) May I help you? You need some new shit, I'm here to bless you Got a style all my own, I'm nothing like the next crew Good afternoon, now after me there will be none No continue, no part two For would be contenders easily saw through Your value over there now how dare you Attempt to even act or appear to Service amplifiers with no fire Quite frankly I'm offended at how you professed your perfection But never meant to go on, now peoples let's address it Exactly how many times you buy an album That leaves you even somewhat pleased, far too seldom Thank you, hey yo welcome, I'm just a real deal's fan I keep no feelings inside, that's how I ride, you know who I am Distinctly, Mike Zoot, in the no-name suit And the boots, classic butter, ever item under 50-loot My fashion statement is basement Brooklyn night crew with the lyrics you get laced with A tasteless displays, un-cool, I just can't see them used Ain't got no soul in there, no technique, no flair I sabatoge your whole savoir-faire, as we go there Let's take you to the air, get this whole thing clear Til one rhyme reappear I be the winner by unanimous decision on the system A sound boy killum I'm the good scientist turned evil villain, just chillin' If it sound good in the flow it'll start illing With the service and the lyrics, yo... (Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...) Straight service, cause uh... (Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat... Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat... Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...) Like for example The other night around twelve thirty, or done It was me and son, playing Tekken part one on Sony Playstation We doing the all night bid up in the crib I whooping his ass with this Bruce Lee looking kid I'm using patterns and codes, catching high-tech rep On tournament mode, damn near broke son's neck Then he hit the reset, but fuck those, it was time for that underground So I turned off the Sony and turned up the sounds And now I don't recall the DJ, but none the less I'm checking it Cause the last time I listened yo he played my favorite record If the beats and rhymes is hectic god respect it But nothing else can be accepted in my hip hop Suddenly, my jaw dropped From two bars of a bassline, then some more scratching Followed by guitars some pianos, oooh that's banging I had to say to myself, then I said out loud Simply because it was the bomb I took the tape off pause Quickly came the hi-hat on the snare, well mixed Build up all in the background, 8-oh-8 kicks All falling on place with the near perfect timing Then before I know it some stupid nigga start rhyming So I'm listening, trying to ignore the style he's stealing Fake bob my head, I can't lie, I can't feel him Must this happen every time, what's the dealin? Appealing to the mass, rapper's ass all revealing can't last So please repause that grass, it's fuckin' up my vibes And my tape deck, the speakers, as well as the cassette My accent, on access so hear this well Ain't no dis, ain't no beef, ain't no gas, ain't no gel It's just the beat was kinda stink, but the rhymes I couldn't smell For bigger nose, and I was diggin those too, til the rhyming on the song Now get rid of those, you rap real wrong So now I'm forced to turn you off and turn the Tekken back on (Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...) Straight service in cause uh... (Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat... Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat... Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...) Word up... Service. (Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...) Mike Zoot, EZ Elpee, GuessWhyld (we need the Service) My man Collossal in the house Ninteenth, every time, every year Straight service on first... Eleven... <<< Support >>> DEFLOK HipHopMagazin.com -> Das älteste unkommerzielle Hip Hop Mag straight aus dem Ruhrpott. Unbedingt mal abchecken! BOMBING HipHopPromotion.de -> Promotion Agentur, welche Euch u.a. kostenlos Promostuff, wie Sticker, Flyer, etc. nach Hause schickt. Nebenbei supporten die Jungs auch div. Projekte [Eure?] umsonst!