Cueue Ayun - Just Let Me Spit lyrics

Cue.. ue... Ayun (Verse 1) Diss if you want, but me, you know you're not a f*cker with You'll learn to love me more than the men you're undercover with Few people are like me, but you'll never find another this Unless you travel through the 5th Dimension to discover it.... Not a title advanced enough you can name me Mad Hi-Tech (Hi Tek) like the producer's angry The body's from here, but due to the brain, he's From a galaxy so far away, Lucas can't see But mister, you don't wanna go to War with Stars, do ya? Cool Just open wide and make sure you catch what I spew to you No Misdemeanor. Thinking is criminal to a fool So you'll do it like everyone says it's cool, or you'll Be holding your tongue, til you think you unearth This remote in my lungs, or in my head, or my shirt See, you can poke em for fun, in other words, be a jerk But still, I do what I want, cause them bu*tons don't work (Chorus) (Do a trick. Say something dumb Name a chick. Blow something up That's what we play, so that's the heat Put on these cuffs, and take a seat.) Man, just let me spit. (Uh, what ya say, what ya say?) x4 (Verse 2) If you was Dr. Seuss at recess, you couldn't out-rhyme me You're gonna need like 2 or 3 hammers of Thor to try me Claiming homicide to instrumentals, recorded timely You only hold it. I fold it. Just call this origami Take the best shapes you make when you write. I'll do it tenfold Man, what ever I'm rapping (wrapping) is tighter than my friends' clothes Ready to bring Imhotep to life for his revenge, yo So if you ain't ready to fight, jump out a window I'll be there in a second, but fore I bow out and exit I vow to make a mess with this power that I was blessed with And shake you up, like a link fence made out of necklace Don't need no kind of effects (EFX) to be teaching you how to Check it No help from Alicia to learn how to do my Thing Drenching the crown in some ether. Don't ever say Cue's the king Ain't no President either. Although I'm new to the scene I made some use of my caesars (scissors). There's no way to pull my strings. Aha (Chorus) (Do a trick. Say something dumb Name a chick. Blow something up That's what we play, so that's the heat Put on these cuffs, and take a seat.) Man, just let me spit. (Uh, what ya say, what ya say?) x4 (Verse 3) Just let me spit like Bodie Broadus. No saying this flow's retarded Or claiming this bro's the hardest. It's lame and it's mostly market So, don't hear a song and be saying you know the artist They playing. They only talk it. I'm aiming there though , regardless I'm feeling dumb and bored listening to the things they say Meanwhile, my lyrics get me hyper than a Green Day "HEY!" They tryna make it so that everything we do and say's gay And I don't Smash Bros., so get ready for Melee Turning tables and throwing chairs, since I Don't Really Die Can't say the same for these squares. I'm bout to k** these guys Gonna give these n***as heart disease and feed em chili fries Suffocate the s**ers. Give air to those who really try If these sissies trying, still sounding like [blanked out] It's time to take his life and revive him to strip his license Cause Hip Hop is dryin. It got ashy a** lips It's time to take a sip, give em a lick, and let the emcees spit (Chorus) x2 If it's getting too hot for you to handle In The R.O.O.M., turn the page. Turn the knob. Turn the channel (x4)