A-Plus - Burnt lyrics

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A-Plus - Burnt lyrics

[Verse 1: Del] Mista, twista, getcha Every single time and I rhyme like I know so I flow With the gifted tongue and the cryptic brung New phrases into the mazes Play this Two times a day with the day-o Day-ay-ayo and the daylight come I plum forgot what a wack rhyme was Because I buzz like a bee in the ears of my peers So they know, and I know, we all know, day-o Daylight come and me wanna go home Cool No tool, no Smith and Wesson Just an opposite so I can pop a bit of sh** on the mic when I get on the mic "B-b-b-bam!" I ricochet a bit on the mic And I like it, just like the girl on Ahonetwo D-E-L will C-R-U-S-H anyone who Makes advances when I'm incognito Veto is the answer when I prance upon your skull like a Frito Finito, but I ain't finished 'Til I let the flipside ride 'til the rhythm is diminished [Verse 2: Casual] I would if I could but I ain't 'cause I cain't Time for me to lay down the law. Who's raw? You saw the views from the shoes of the writer Stronger than a Cisco and you're like a cider: watery Try to win the lottery before you try to slaughter me Because I'm not the G To be stepped to, kept you on your toes As my rep grew, I leapt through negative foes So you better get flows to counteract what we've done Received one good 'cause I'm armed like a sleeve, son Plead dumb and step back as I wreck shop Collect respect, props and deck the next prop artist The hardest is the one who don't pa** out If Tyson's last name was Rophone, I'd knock his a** out The bigger the better, the better the bigger is Whenever you figure this n***a is gettin' his Be real and don't k** with flaws the ill cause Just answer to the boss And that's when ya lost Keep on losing, I'm using many tactics I yearn to earn more green than Saint Patrick And I make backs if you get caught frontin' Never bought a Newport but I puff a blunt'n [Verse 3: Tajai] I needs no sugar crisp to get swift So what with two syllables exemplifies the gift? Tajai I sense those who try to scale my ladder Bladders release upon your porch if you don't cease I respond with beats and will distraction When I see one fatter than Rerun, so What's Happening? It's not where you're from, it's just how you come Correct, respect the roughneck ‘cause ‘nuff get Bucked and tucked into their beds like “nighty, nighty" Deft of the membrane, none left ‘cause I am a righty Fight these, you'll catch volleys for your follies and mistakes I stick fakes with shanks, so no thanks Wack sh**, your attempts to rap are ineffectual I get in bu*t styles like a hard-up h*mos**ual Not for s** when you're at the intersection of damage Sandwich knuckles are what your luck pulls Bad ones, catch one or two, rather a few A slew for soft a** phonies plus your cronies Try me, you'll catch my Vans in your hiney That's if my back grip slips though I doubt it Pout if you want to, covertly to find me But I See's more than them Candies, nothing gets by me So play the tracks, and you'll go out like Betamax Next to Tajai 'cause I kicks the greater tracks [Verse 4: Opio] Sce-beep-boop Bob your head to this, mischievous, soul societal Idle chatter never slips off the lips of this writer Might not be the greater innovator of the rhyme scheme My style is the Visine to get your eyes opening This Raggedy Andy gets dandy like a lion in the meadow While the teapots blow off steam like a kettle You're hip-to-the-hop I kick; I trip the light fantastic Gettin' into the groove better than a phonographic The vandal with the vocals making the locals go insane The regal rhymer speaks sustenance for the brain Get frisky with the phrases as you praise us like divinity The one of liberated soul controls for infinity Got style by the square mile, cats got a vibe child Hieroglyphics will uplift the rhythms for the meanwhile Articulate my lingo as I mingle in my medium of speech And peace to prop prophets as I ponder and teach A smidgen of religion to the fraudulent Listen, pay attention, I'm the master of this convention Kick the wicked-and-wiley-styley while you're stuttering just like Smiley Skipping shingles of your shattered dreams, too bad it seems you tried me The wise and wordy wizard pays a visit to your subconscious Crush your wonderland, extinguish all the nonsense Optimistic, stylistic, mystic myth, I'm swift Like Mercury, mercy me, I'll surely shoot the gift [Verse 5: A-Plus] People call me souped just because I'm living fat People call me nasty: it's because I eat the cat And I swing a bat to level heads, leaving devils dead Never said never ‘cause a clever head's better Dreads locked on the top of my crop, never flaky If this was a field then Bo Jackson couldn't shake me Bake me, Betty Crocker's oven isn't hot enough If you wanna spread the skins then I got a lotta stuff Not a bluff, got a tough guy thinkin' twice Why step? ‘Cause a fly rep, I kepts, my step ladder I had a fatter spliff I was hittin' on Now it's just a smidgen, like a pigeon, I'll be sh**tin' on Sittin' on a futon, slippin' my Timb boots on I'm the type of brotha that ya have to get ya troops on Oops, I'm sorry 'cause I didn't mean to dis you I could hook a ho and make her blow like I was tissue Mary had a little lamb, Adam got a lotta dough Need help with your garden? Skyline got a lotta hoes Yo, I didn't mean hoes, yo, I meant women If she got the pool, I got the trunks; let's go swimming Dip, dip, dive 'cause I'm live Liver than five or ten of the men on my jock, you don't stop Here a pimp, there a pimp, everywhere a pimp pimp This A-Plus grades the quiz, so there it is

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