Capital Steez - Sharp lyrics

Produced by 9th Wonder [Intro: JaY STEEZ] I'm feeling real good right now man It's close encounters of The 3rd Kind [Hook: JaY STEEZ & JaKK The Rhymer] See, I'm a son of a gun It's the JaY to the STEEZ, I'm a son of a gun And a master of every trait under the sun I talk sharp like a razor blade is under the tongue Ya feel me? Huh, and 4, 3, 2, 1 I'm the Black JaKK homie, such a son of a gun And I mastered every trait under the Sun I talk sharp like a razor blade [Verse 1: JaY STEEZ] Let's go!, look You can't see me with the rhetoric, I be the best to spit Respect the regiment or fail like the rest of them And hadn't you win it Back when Wayne dropped a Carter III So start beef, and get washed, and hang out like laundry I let you tumble dry, cats ain't touching mine I always had a troubled mind equipped with some subtle lines Bustah Rhymes, couldn't touch it and bring it The word play is making cats wanna crutch for they triggers So, somebody call the cops, you gotta semi auto co*ked Rocko got soul, with drive like an auto shop Your orthodox can't compare to my south paw I'm bout more, my sounds raw, and sound waves pound floors So if you switchstance, I got quick hands JaY STEEZ holds his own like kick-stands In simple terms, I'm the illest with these written words And rappers get concerned every time that I spit a verse, hearse [Hook: JaY STEEZ & JaKK The Rhymer] I'm a son of a gun It's the JaY to the STEEZ, I'm a son of a gun And a master of every trade under the Sun I talk sharp like a razor blade is under the tongue Huh, what, and 4, 3, 2, 1 I'm the Black JaKK homie, such a son of a gun And I mastered every trade under the Sun I talk sharp like a razor blade Like a razor blade [Verse 2: JaKK The Rhymer] I be The Rhymer, and I'm known to rip it off the noggin Rhymes crackle and vomiting listings often nodded The brain is lost to find it off smoking cough and something JaKK and STEEZ will take over time, but we exhaust that option Plus the flow will never stay the beginner And where the notes [?] on, I sever and split it Bars hard to swallow, hit your gut, hammered your liver It's like a magic show the way we turn pretenders to quitters Then pop goes the weasel Cam't stand the heat, then I suggest you breathe low If you didn't notice by now Truthfully we don't need no notepad, pen I'm a nomad when The beat go off Cut the lyric, paint the anchor, the pen burgundy red And if you don't feel The 3rd Kind, you ain't heard of us yet Trust me, we on this one, you catch, catch the next bus [Hook: JaY STEEZ & JaKK The Rhymer] See, I'm a son of a gun It's the JaY to the STEEZ, I'm a son of a gun And a master of every trait under the sun Sharp like a razor blade is under the tongue Ya feel me? Huh, yo and 4, 3, 2, 1 I'm the Black JaKK homie, such a son of a gun And I mastered every trade under the Sun I talk sharp like a razor blade Like a razor blade [Outro: JaKK The Rhymer] Ya mean? We 'gon do it like this, we just 'gon rock out Ya mean, feel the vibe, feel the good [?], i mean emotions Ya know what i mean It's hip hop in it's essence B JaKK The Rhymer and JaY STEEZ, close encounters, CE 3K, whatever y'all know us as You know what i'm saying? Yellow Tape