Black Fin - DOPE JAMS lyrics

[Intro] Come along children Now we're gonna have a little music Like old times Look now I'll Start the melody… [Verse 1: Black Fin] Crack smoke, candles, cold rap vandals Slip-slop the Hip-Hop like Patapata sandals Straight with the hook line and sinker Lead the dance floor shake right Like i'm i'm Paul Van Dyk In the night time like a Marvel, DC freak I light fire to the villains setting dope tunes free I'm a beast There should be a notice a placard Keep the rap lacquered No one going that hard Yo, but I don't like to brag Honestly i'd rather keep my old shoes and rags Humble lest you stumble in doo-doo And do unto others as they'd do unto you (Hey!) Moving from the East to the West its apparent The bar's been dropped like a couple hundred carats Need more value in your poems and similes People please add some brains to your recipe Pardon me, excusez-moi, voulez vous? Yes! Cause I could break it down in French too But I won't, see cause i'm not that type of savage Not fair giving me more of an advantage (uh-huh) Cause the Fin is so civil I'd rather break crews down little by little Psychological warfare when I blabber If you can't stand it, homie wear a helmet Cause i'm bout to throw hammers Nails penetrate far deeper than some cancer 3 Inch deep, can't scratch the new itch In other words homeboy… You Can't touch this (Damn) [Verse 2: Black Fin] Cause the Fin ain't done, and I haven't won yet Place all the bets for the horse on the finish line (Woo!) No stress cause the dudes a sure thing I carry more weight, maybe because i'm from the Zimbabwe Were dudes make cake out of nothing but the air And it tastes spectacular (Woo!) Moving from the first to the tenth floor In between missing, instant transmission Dude with a gift, he's in, its a wrap Been cooking in the kitchen, cookbooks are stacked As a matter of fact, i've been thinking Who's gonna believe i'm this dope Too dope, it must be fiction Even when I press rewind Play it again, clean my ears as I listen (Woo!) And it just gets better The beat could go on forever I would still find tidbits so clever To mould to the drum To shape to the rhythm Clockwork, a system… Feet don't fail me now! Its the brand new champion sound (sound) Smashing the bars, now we breakin' em' out But not what I meant: The Black is the head but no need to cleanse The Black is the head but no need to cleanse? The Black is the head but no need to cleanse! --End--