Blaow!
Hit em with that f*ckin Haymaker
Blaow!
Got em mad yeah hey hater
Blaow!
I could never be the one to favor
Blaow!
Now its all good see you later
They dont know I bring them punchlines
My metaphors high while I leave em undermine
I miss the classics of the rap take me back in time
Fundamentals out the door they aint no comply
Im on my Mike Tyson
Hit em with that left hook
Got em all shooked they all rooks
Purposely snatching they dreams what I took
On me Im on my Ali
Floatin like a stingin like a
Man they gettin what I mean
Yeah
With this hiphop shit I back it up
Keepin it goin like stamina
Intense work while they laugh it up
They dont meet the weight cant match it up
Fire spitter with them hard spitters
Man here we stay aint no gettin rid of us
Try to keep up its all go
Eat breathe repeat we live it up
Blaow!
Hit em with that f*ckin haymaker
Blaow!
Got em mad yeah hey hater
Blaow!
I could never be the one to favor
Blaow!
Now its all good see you later
Informalities with the way we hit these lyrics
With the haymakas intentionally
Causing sparatic feelings to be caught by our enemies
You would think we where floating like some butterflies and stinging ya like some bees
Hey hater, I see ya over there
Waiting
Well it's gonna be quit the sit-in for ya
Let me tell ya
Melley and Kaotic are ready to get our money for nothing and our chics for free
What ever happened to MTV being about the music instead of that greed
Well
Anyways you'd be better off waiting for them aliens to come down and save ya from that hell that you put yourself in