EF Cuttin - Gossip Synopsis lyrics

[Hook] Talkin' all that jazz Now what it do mayn? What it do? What it do mayn? He talkin all that jazz Now what it do mayn? What it do? Now what it do mayn? What it do? [Verse 1] You know it's funky funky funky when you hear it from hearsay And most of your dirty laundry gets airplay Watch what you say about Hazit You need to cut cla** and go play in some traffic (I'm just playin') No that's my sentiments exactly Acting like you need attention badly You mad because your album didn't grab me I pray you get your sk** up And stop wearing a mask like Ghostface k**ah (That's right ya'll) seems the devil would tell the truth I got so much style you thought that Theory Hazit was a group You better an*lyze yourself then lose yourself My juice is felt, like Big Wreck, I move in stealth [?] a**a**in, busting shots at the dragon For pa**ing filthy messages around like a lap dance Eventually leading to a disease that will seize you Deceive you, got a crew? Better tell 'em be true [Break] You know I heard about Theory Hazit? Yeah, he hot, he an artist and all Ya nahm sayin? Think he's freestyling but they be all written I also heard that he working with secular artists Be cussing and everything I think his favorite rapper is Ace [Person 2] Yo you know what I heard tho? You know what I heard [Verse 2] (You got a big mouth) You make it worse when you don't come to me first Aiming at my name and launching your dirt Get your facts right, you know I blew the spot up last night Still you digging up garbage that happened in my past life (He know better) Who you tryna impress? You a**ume and second-guess, more walking in the flesh Backslide, I clap fire that make themselves higher Outsiders give me the gas face like Al-Qaeda (That's right ya'll) You just embarra**ing yourself Parallel to hell, the truth you too arrogant to tell It's as easy as doubt, it's kinda funny but it s**s Cause the same folks that talk down on me big me up (Like that ya'll) And whatchu talkin' 'bout Willis? Stop feeling yourself, it's bad for your health (true!) You don't even know the story so you make up your own Entertaining your thoughts while I'm practicing to condone [Break] He ain't really saved, son Word up, that's why he be like, ya nah mean? With all them secular artists and all that Because-cuz-cuz, B! He really hustling like Ya nah mean? When he say he hustling, yo he really hustling He hustling all that, all them type of d** yo Yo for real... it's cuz yo yo cuz yo... [Person 2] He a cool cat and all, he a cool cat and all but yo... [Verse 3] The tongue strikes like lightning At least say it to my face, I know you don't like me Speaking deaf can get you clapped in the dome And ya'll need to leave Michael Jackson alone Back in the day, if you said I was wack, it was on I clap on, clap off, light gat on my arms Megatron, pull the pin, my rap is a bomb You's a joke, it ain't even worth to laugh at your songs I hustle beats and rhymes, they stay with the Divine Don't know what you heard but I take care of me and mine Everything that I do now is [?] I don't have to prove nuttin' to you, I say it again (Like that ya'll) And whatchu talkin' 'bout Willis? Stop feeling yourself (huh?) you k**ing yourself (true!) Don't even know the story so you play without ears Entertaining your thoughts, I gotta do a show man, see ya!