Laze - Take a Seat (2000 Remix) Lyrics

Your shit is pop like pop rocks with joke rhymes like knock knocks

Who got props?The kid who's rising like hot stocks

In a bear market, watch as I spark it like a Zippo

Emcees is hungry like hippos but ignore when I flip those

Lyrical flapjacks your mack raps are so droll

So as I stroll down memory lane y'all was so-so

Wack production with no original intent

Results in a bullshit release and the sales don't make a dent

In the money that you're oweing so your mama's hoeing

Try to pay the bills with no skills and no flowing

Experience is vital but if you worshipping idols like money

It's f*cking funny how a dummy like you raps like a mummy

Your shit is bummy, and your exterior ain't calm

Stressing on your broke ass like broke glass from a neutron bomb

So as you taste defeat and make to meet your maker

I'll break a beat so take a seat you motherf*cking faker



Don't even start with me you can't dishearten me by showing me

All the bullshit records hitting hard from artists that's blowing the

Dick of their collective disrespective record labels

Telling fables of large money when their ass is getting set up to be shot

POP POP to 2 that flocked and sold some units

The brothers behind the triggers serving their rulers like some eunuchs

So Mista Puffy No Nuts smiled when he saw those guts

'Cause artists make the most money when they're dead, and their family's f*cked

Who's screaming conspiracy?Not me, but please see

Who has got the most to benefit from a bullet in an emcee?

Do ya feel me?Nothing can save you

'Cause this is the season of some ill ass behavior

F*ck the set up by my producer if that happens it's suicide

And no motherf*ckas left wondering how the f*ck I died

My mouth is bitter from the nasty taste of defeat

Put your money where your gun is, and keep that shit up off the street

Take a seat



Let me give you a chair for your fat ass 'cause I need to explain something

I've been in this for years through tears heartache and bluffing

I never got shook by an emcee with a quicker styler than me they bore me

I be the creative one of the bunch eating suckers for lunch blah blah blah end of story

So what's happened to the unfortunate few, the unfortunate crews that faced me

I defaced statues of their mothers brothers and others closely related ('till they hated me)

Then I embarass them in public with polysyllabic rhymes

While their monochromatic topic choices get squashed in these highly developed lines

Artists and partisans can't claim to be harder than the hardest bends and

Twists and turns in these lyrical mazes diasporic behaviors by Laze it's

Yet another corner of the style that Bone Thugs couldn't harmonize

And others digging they way straight to Hell as they watch my Buddhist karma rise

So what's the next plateau for me like Ultramag's first release

Cure a disease?Oh brother please, been there done that and ate the feast

My lyrics tick like sand in the hourglass and I expand these beats

'Till they burst at the seams things ain't what they seem remember that when we meet

Take a seat