Dylan Ross - NineteenEightyThree lyrics

Yo lets uh get into this next one This is a uh remix of 1983 from uh 1983 Uh no hook nothing just straight verse Peep this Yes, please Yes ma'am Yo What market am I suppose to break out to When I make Souled out Jazz you can make out to I'm a take out two blunts and bake out too Till I got the courage to ask if I can take out you But even if my relationship sunk My album stay slapping like an element of funk I Stay on my grind like the middle of the wheels I'm always smoking even in the middle of my meals Kicking my spill Dish a raw deal My lyrics is raw footage cause this is on the real And this is on the real like Mona Lisa sideways smiles on my penis for a long great while I keep it kicking like P90X You wanna talk hits motherf**er sign the checks Or step up to a young a** rhyming vet Who murders fake f**s like snuff cyber s** Bet I keep it gritty on every street that I walk on I keep it gritty on every beat that I talk on Like. This Write. Hits Like. Miss. You Like. This I keep it gritty like Crooked teeth shine pretty under city lights It's really nice but ehh I'm staying in tonight I gotta really write these verses As I'm slurping on a gin and ice So give me a pen to write And imma knock it out fast And tear the track up like it had an a** Ever last and pa**ion on the mic and when I'm off it Your girls guts I'm smashing often If I was ever on the rocker then I'm off it Hot coffee keep me rocking till I'm in the coffin The beat west Nile sick bro For me to spit sick flows spits for them limp knows Pardon me I'm appalled at your verse D Ross stay on call like a nurse I serve up everything on the menu All at once At one time At one venue Listen to the essentials I send you If it catches your attention I attend to Lock it in your brain All you rap lames are the opposite of strange and I'm obviously the most deranged Maybe the most hardcore-est Jazzy rapper that ever said f** a chorus That's me in the back I play the wallflower Emcees catch a glance and they all cower Is it cause they wanna be me (nah man) Is it just cause they see me (aww man) Yeah I'm conceited as f** And I go green cause I'm always weeded as f** I gotta Baja with a secret pocket Of a Secret stash of illegal narcotics I move a product of plastic and it's in j**el boxes Biblical when I come with the strength of 2 oxes The game is coke and I'm rocking it up And I'm flyer than some helicopters and stuff Um b**hes fiend for the dog food like Old Yeller And I spin old records like a propeller