Nottz - Blast That lyrics

[Verse One: Nottz] Come on blast that (blast that) Yeah blast that (blast that) Turn it up until your eardrums bust out Act up and I'ma show you what it be 'bout n***as got plans of dancing, better re-route Headbanger sh**, we orangutans b**h We don't swing from no trees but we got the banana clip The people overseas, yeah they f** with the boy Say the boy brings 'bout joy He's so special Short bus special Where my safety helmet at Cla** A guitar, hear that banging in the back (Damn he going crazy) See that boy neck snap? Back to the white meat, and doc can't fix that Needless to say I'm certified with the boom bap Bump this in your stereo, pour it in your cereal Early in the morning and you mad cause you know black You motherf**er ain't used to real rap [Hook: Nottz] All my motherf**ers in the hood Blast that sh** Po po they turn it down but you Blast that sh** Real n***as know what it [?] Blast that sh** [?] Blast that sh** [?] Blast that sh** [?] Blast that sh** [?] Blast that sh** Oh it's real hip hop you got to... Blast that Blast that [Verse Two: Black Milk] Yo and this is what y'all been waiting for Black the antidote to catapult n***as out Into a distance, animal cannibal, is this Hannibal eat and I never been a fan of yo' sh** when I got my n***a Nottz here On the one, on the drum, kick, snare Blown now I'm on in the business Pistols, home of the Pistons Out to Virginia Back to the D where I was born and raised Back to the beats on the stage Wack n***as, R.I.P., piss on your grave No love, was born to hate Know you can't believe How we keep doing it Produce like a beast Boy, Rick Rubin sh** Watch how I maneuver sh** Spit Black spit that sh** like manure gets I be on the move Slow down, slow down, let me catch the groove Extra, extra, let me execute X these n***as, show 'em the exit out Make they baby mamas they ex's If I ain't the best that means that I'm next b**h Flows, affected To the point where these n***as feel disrespected Leave 'em on respirators, disconnected Uh, disconnection No contest, quit [Hook] [Verse Three: Royce Da 5'9"] Come on {gun shot} n***a where your cash at? I don't battle rap rap, I shoot n***as eyes out I just cataract cats, roger that Nottz where the bottle at? (n***a I don't drink) Okay then, I'ma honor that Drink for you till I need you to think for me like an Almanac Far as y'all Internet, in a nut, while you on the Internet Bragging 'bout your intellect, I be f**ing bad b**hes Dragging out they inner s*ut In effect huh Take a n***as past like an interception {crowd cheering} D-Boys in here chilling We tote things that'll destroy buildings We approach sh** like, if you owe We repo sh**, we atrocious, we could throw fist But we oppose this When we mad [?] tag toe tip animals b**h [Hook]