2Deep - Mattress Back lyrics

[Verse 1: Majestik Originality] So long quiet & kept, ready to riot and step// To connect a grip round the pit of ya throat like I was strep// Sicker Than a sixer pack of king cobra when I swing boulder// Lights out, hurricane, knock ya seas over// In a sure mind im boltin' to pa** ya shoreline// And watch you cave like collapses inside of a coal mine// f** it pa** me that old wine and start the party// It only takes a few bars to bar the artist trying to starve me// Soy cla**ico like a harley and built big like a good year// A blimp striking simps with verses to make the hood cheer// Its been a long time like waiting for christ on christmas// The difference is im fact and hes fiction just like ya wish list// So bring me around ya b**hness if you willing to hurt// No k**ers needed just tailors to hem you up like a skirt// Im cut from a different cloth and born with a super ego// Grinding to make muves like my homies do for the people.. [Verse 2: Majestik Originality] So f** it before I kick, I'm going hard in the paint// Walking thru fires boldly with bars, scarred like a saint// My name is my name and trust you can't erase where I been// The shows that I've done, the people I've met, teams I was in// I've been doing this for years and still chasing this b**h// I'm thirst for taking this b**h and truly tasting this b**h// No more ducking and dodging as I'm shucking and robbing// The slot of the next like a clot in ya chest, pit stopping// Staining the scene with a stench meaner than skunks// If your demeanor is punk you getting chucked in a trunk// I got no time for weak f**s who stay smiling strong// I ain't rhyming this wrong, dead a** you getting the palm// A quick slap so yo can process what the f** just happened/ Oh sh** this n***a maje really always been rapping?!!// f** you thought it was a game? like I was spitting for jokes// I'll alter ya boys with scripture, make you quit like the pope.. [Verse 3: Majestik Originality] See, I know who ride with me from the start to finish// So I apologize to them for taking long to get in this// But I had to play bill or else i'd end up like ennis// An emcee to poet and back, my game was tennis// Now im ready to serve balls like peter north in a p**n// And smash beats like it was skin diamond getting it torn// No letting it warm, im bringing fire to the ma**es// Plant a c4 to ya backdoor , light a fire under a**es// If you wouldve just listened ida came much nicer// But my levels off like Kalashnikov goin against snipers// s**ers get the viper, cause when surgery done// Im spitting poison at you pussies, with a mercury tongue// Ain't no hurting me son, cause I was birthed in this sh**// With the heart of a lion feet first while clenching my fist// So when they mention me hit, you better wake from ya nap// And stop sleeping on me f**er, take ya mattress back!