Cappadonna - Somebody's Got To Go lyrics

I'll break that n***a face in, right there (I'm listening) Right there at the wrinkle (Who over there?) Yeah, this is the body snatchers (Buddha, get him, man) Invasion, slang gargoyles (Right right) n***a, we eat tracks for a living (Tell him again, Don) The beats anonymous Ya'll n***as is taking up space, straight up Snatching one of ya'll n***as up from the background Drag you over there, to one of the movie sets The new movies that's out right now, with the f**ing People on the juggle, straight up and down Aiyo, my thoughts jump around like a dog in a river The heat I deliver, the beat, I get rid of To send him, I hit 'em when I'm a getter The fat rhyme spitter, heavy with the flow Somebody got to go, somebody got to know I blow a mic, flow's are getting closer Caught up in the ponderer, chrome toaster Five broker, face poker African rice, fish head, a little ocra I get folker, Staten Oprah, CD poster He's a vulture, knowledge culture Eat kosher, end of the day, do what I'm 'posed ta Somebody got to go I get closer, the show roaster Lounge'll rope ya, Stone Gang n***as'll smoke ya Somebody gotta gosta! [Chorus] Somebody's got to go Somebody's got to go I can't stand this jive no longer Somebody's, somebody's Somebody's got to go Somebody gotta go, I spit flow That sh** that make you wanna get dough If I don't sell rap, I pitch snow Ya chick slow, might see Don with a thick ho My click come you better be out T.C. out, break bread, hustle and pop lead Throw darts, come off the head, break bread Park Heeze, get greasy, we doin it easy Brains in the five yeah they always please me Try but can't freeze me, I'm too hot for MTV Burn ya TV, n***as cee me as P-I Double L-A-G-E, my dogs go hard Chicks give me head, B! [Chorus] Incredible flows, athletical blows ACG's on my feet, supply heat Fry beefs, all my guys eat We in here, Chambermusik take your cream Honor Management, live your dream Somebody got to go - get that steam Clear the block off, run fast, hold your bean Raw scene, our life's like a movie screen Rated R, hood superstars, great green in jars The streets is ours, we beating the odds Roll out, heat in da cars, from deep in the garage Put beef in the broadz, put skeet in they bras Me and my man, yo, we just cheating the laws [Chorus]