Christopher Portugal - Jappy Jap lyrics

[Intro: Double K] Let's hit 'em with it About to get boots iller on these dudes Sugar Ray, and I mean Leonard Check it out... yo [Hook: Double K] (A brother who's known for his rap) Yeah, Double K, ya know (A brother who's known for his rap) Who's that? Thes One That's my man Thes One (A brother who's known for his rap) Yup. They call me Double K, ya-yo (A brother who's known for his rap) Aha! My man Jappy Jap [Verse 1: Double K] Now if you see me in a lab coat, don't think I'm just chillin' I'm rubbin' my palms together, got plans on takin' the villain Like my n***a Ren, and if it ain't rough it ain't me And if that beat ain't knocking you over then you know it ain't The P Guaranteed to be in stock like these bustas getting blocked That's n***as we getting mopped from these floors that we rock They missing hip hop, you see hip hop missing me with that bull I got pulled quick, come loaded with the full clip Blast up your party like a shoot em up flick Busting through the swingin' doors with aggression galore You learnt your lesson before, I hope they keep you on tour Take your money followed by a pimp slap! That ain't rap More like a ribbing, man, it's only given that I hit men All in they emotion glands, I claim band and those n***as know it They sure ain't coming round, acting fly Drinking forties, always telling lies in they rhymes I think they're trying too much I keep 'em crying too much The Double keep 'em in a clutch, and with self I stay in touch But here's a letter for the weak who speak trash when they talk Take a walk before you end up on stage in chalk, cus I'm [Hook] (A brother who's known for his rap) Yeah, the most supreme, the Double K (A brother who's known for his rap) And who's who? Thes One, drinking beer, having fun in the back (A brother who's known for his rap) Jappy Jap The self contained Double K, and who? (A brother who's known for his rap) Jappy Jap (Aw, yeah) [Verse 2: Thes One] It's my job, I twist knobs and make the odds seem to operate chemical Lyrically polemical, touch you like a tide pool tentacle Identical to unendable, unbendable metal You claim ghetto fame, that same game, another buster Crashing through your tracks, I'm the wax claim adjuster Kick, kick, snare, high-hat, vinyl cognac Shining like a Sly Stone belt on felt slip mats You kit-kat, breaking with the new data Zip Dat Hate to megabyte, my hip style like a reptile I'm Crock Hunter, dumb done, we're block blunters Bleeding beedi burners to Portugals and Turners Who freakin' what we speakin' like a deacon who's tweakin' Or a heat-seekin' missile (And all you hearin' is the whistle) And jump out your Fubu while we thizzle you Fizzle is a locate set to take down, translate sound Tape-deck bound, non-stop to tour jet Gonna touch your town, if we haven't already yet (Uh huh) I met a lot of people (Uh huh) They're waiting for the sequel (Uh huh) Well here it is, O-S-Teach kids about The People [Outro: Double K] (Aw yeah) Yo, and that's how we bringing it like that Never came square, never thought about coming square It's the mother with The P, it's me And my man Thes One, and he rock like that They call me the Double K, and yo, I rock like that Brothers known for the rap, we keep it like that It's The P brother who gets weak like that (A brother known for his rap) Yo, for his rap, you know were we at L.A. Los Angeles Straight up It's a sunny sky... and everthing's looking good Hey Thes One, how we feel? You know Peace!