[HOOK - ST]
You ain't ever heard no sh** like this
You ain't ever heard no sh** like this
Wha-what, wha-what
You ain't ever heard no sh** like this
You ain't ever heard no sh** like this
WHAT, WHAT (x2)
[VERSE 1 - ST]
Rare sounds to ears, animals making rounds in the clear
Trying to reach the headlights, but don't wanna amount like deers
Open the doors, but no Morrison appears
This is cla**ic when the rap hits high you know the future is near
Episodes are tear-jerkers, some promote queer murkings
All opinions are absolved when we stay here burning
Yearning for certain when it comes purp sh**
What I say makes us sway in the direction we steer learning
Lessons messing with the section dressing in front of the corner
The owners adress the messed up brethren before it's over
Say what I say in jest until I'm sober
But I never am, so really, whatever man
You ain't never heard no sh** like this
ST get mics ripped, service sliced quicker than Federer
Quick jabs knock the six pack off the predator
Senator speaking Jacques Demers rap for the algebra
You can't read it, this rap sh** you can't be it
Can't preach it, you don't know it, can't teach it
Just leach it, cause for you it's just a phase
When the craze is over there you go just leave it
Fat Phillie Blunt, Chocolate DG recognize
Tradition never dies, it's an art you set your eyes
On, my blunt got the perfect length and the better size
I rap and roll as well, so you know I'm getting *right*
Right? Like my preferred arm
Got love for the left, but this set of of palms strike quicker than vets from nam
When their breath is gone from napalm in the desert storm
Combination of elements, take from different wars to complete the penmanship, now forget it b**h…
[HOOK - ST]
You ain't ever heard no sh** like this
You ain't ever heard no sh** like this
Wha-what, wha-what
You ain't ever heard no sh** like this
You ain't ever heard no sh** like this
WHAT, WHAT (x2)