K.T. - What We Live lyrics

[Verse One: K.T.] Used to have blocks to smash, rocks in the stash Now I breath life into beats like an oxygen mask Pa** like a toxin gas Got it locked in Ma** And leave heads open like ox when it slash A lot of y'all just rap, I'm an author of best sellers Probably go platinum off an album of acapellas Keep it gutter, gangsta, I keep it gully K.T. spit, get more head than a skully Why y'all think that: my flows the slickest Thought pattern the quickest, and delivery the sickest Cause I do this n***as know to either to Respect the grind or expect the nine Now who wan' test what? He gon' get touched He won't get much, right hand gat clutch From the streets with a star, beats to the bar Hold to the cause Money over b**hes, those are the laws [Hook: Jaz-O/Big Jaz] Here's what we live Laugh a little and frown a bit With minds only a crown could fit With it through town with astounding chicks But enough [?] you could drown in it Then what is this? When it's cool to snitch When money spitting is counterfeit Fables are squares, pulling pounds with rounds And ain't holding nothing down but they nervousness [Verse Two: Virtuoso] Execute moves in a measured manner Pecs will move heavy hammer Heirs to wreck the rules, rebel man of my word And Virt' swear on the honor system That I hurt, tear and bomb the rhythm when the song is hitting You in the wrong position That's the opposing side As cold as life look, there ain't a book too frozen [?] I write pages like glaciers in the Ice Ages And light flavors of doja and rice papers f** what y'all say I do my thang on everyday of the week and get plenty play from the freaks We go all out And we never, look back, hold knowledge like a book bag Virtuoso Nobody's ripping me cause dissing me Is the kiss of d**h from a don in Sicily Music's deep in my blood, the feeling's so strong When you put this record on the needle stick in my arm [Hook] [Verse Three: Jaz-O/Big Jaz] Yo, even if the ba** and treble was gone Ain't no weed to smoke to get you high enough to the level I'm on I done spit with the best MC's Impressed MC's, still constantly rappers are testing me Stay infesting beats With the toxic grimy flows that bring tears to your fiber optics Watch this rap cat as I snatch [?] Blast on fools making 'em scared to blast back [Virtuoso] You know my tongue Spit more complete games than Cy Young f** with Virt', die young Rap philanthropist My wrists drip amethyst Bring hell to your vision like television evangelists I stole on your man and rolled up a gram Got more chicks holding my dick than you've had holding your hand Smoke 'em pencil led pop Yoke 'em in a headlock Make you stomp your feet to the beat till you wear red socks/Red Sox [Hook]