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lirik lagu laze - it's tight

inflation of the blunt rhymes calls for infiltration of the
front lines, eat a punk like pork rinds
roll trashy emcees up, puff and pull another toke out
stomp ’em out like the great american smoke out
i vote against another weeded emcee
next one i see will be a bleeding emcee
intensified, i blow up the wack
fools, make a narcoleptic an insomniac.
“mom he’s fat, mom he’s fat, let me buy his tape!”
ten years from now showbiz’ll dig in my crates
’cause all the dope breaks i have in my room
j-panese bamboo flute?
d-mn, didn’t think i would have it
now every other dj out there is gonna’ grab it
or give me some records to sample, i don’t need those
cool wit me though, my sh-t’s tight like speedos

pick up the pieces, puzzle pieces, check the new releases
ask what the stink is, it’s me, i’m the sh-t like feces
i need these rhymes and metaphors
’cause like kool keith said i’ll make ’em better for
the break beats i use to fuse with
kids ’cause they did, pop the f-cking lid
compet-tion has expired like milk in your mama’s fridge
you ain’t a soap opera, so stop all the drama, kid
jump out the box like a mug named jack
named after what your rhymes are worth, you worthless mack
i got stacks of new material
the inferior will try to get to the interior
inside i keep the secret laboratory
like mad professor i guess the scrolls are on the second story
don’t bore me with wack production
i will call for destruction sh-t’s tight like stuffing

sh-t’s tight like a virgin, you heard men screaming
possessed by the demon out of jersey you heard me
with the on-and-off drums, i come correct
like alex trebec catching wreck like a broke neck
double metaphors affecting how i’m mic checking
one, two, as if i couldn’t count
bounce like a fat check or a fat chick on a trampoline
i trample fiends who deem it necessary to bury bones
of the skeletons in my closet
i had the beat and lost it
frost it like a cake with the flavor of the month
tell me what you want… tell me what you want, don’t front
i’ll bring you what you desire with no perspire-ation
but i’ll lose patience if you ask for g-funk
f-ck the p-funk, i’m coming with the elephant trunk
of rhymes for your -ss, you better catch it hold your mitt tight
sh-t’s tight, sh-t’s tight, the sh-t is tight

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