Richie Cunning - Rap sh** lyrics

Chorus Verse 1: Get a grip, spit like a chainsaw, I let ‘er rip b**h, I don't even own a suitcase—I never trip Ask how we settle it? That's how we settle it Take your tape out and straight mash out instead of it Step aside, act like you seen us before, recognize George Washington with the flow, son, I never lie Turn the flash on, dog, I'm never shy, catch a wide Shot of the wreckin' ball y'all 'bout to get leveled by Let it ride, rappers really need to stop buggin' like pesticide Before they see stars like the Enterprise Pennin' my music for rappers to get offended by I'm feelin' your single but mostly the instrumental side I don't like any side, both were the worst That's why I been insulting your work for the bulk of my verse Just dig a hole in the dirt, homie, ya' losin', it's a global alert Scoviet Union takin' over the earth So you can make some noise, ain't a raw beat that we can't destroy All week Tossin out words like a paperboy Newsflash, every single rapper in your crew's trash Every single rapper in my crew shine like DOOM's mask Move fast Fall back Gimme room Pause track... The beat do what I tell it to do -- boss rap Tight like a watch strap Honest like Abe in a top hat Gettin' tore up like my contract Chorus: Rap sh**, I know all about that sh** Rap sh**, I know all about that sh** Rap sh**, I know all about that sh** Yo, yo, I'm all about that sh** Rap sh**, I know all about that sh** Rap sh**, I know all about that sh** Rap sh**, I know all about that sh** So, so, so holler 'bout that sh** Verse 2: Run it back Gimme the mic Yo, I ain't done with that Old school sh** that you can feel like a rumble pack Y'all need to stop, turn around like a cul de sac That a-way Better take off like a Saturday Stay at home, sit and take notes on my greatest songs Second thought? Wait, better not, that would take too long Way too long, I don't waste time like the internet In the Rec, ever since Richie wasn't in it yet Yo, lemme interject, Cunny done been a vet Striped up Doin' more shows than a Cineplex Frisco is in effect, Grip told 'em hit the deck It's a threat Bad for your health like a cigarette Light 'em up Lighters up Go'n call the fire truck Try your luck, every rhyme [BING!] like the Midas touch Golden gate Alcatraz flow so it's no escape Yeah, we got records, son Rap sheets and stolen breaks Roll the tape That's how you motivate Rich, if your flow is fake That's how you know it ain't Grip Yo, we on the same sh** Same click Same attitude Word is bond, kid, I'm the eyes that's in back of you Likewise, son, I got ya' back, left, and right side Rec is in the building Straight up like a high-rise We on the way up like a high five You on the way down So you oughta stay down like a drive by Chorus: Rap sh**, I know all about that sh** Rap sh**, I know all about that sh** Rap sh**, I know all about that sh** Yo, yo, I'm all about that sh** Rap sh**, I know all about that sh** Rap sh**, I know all about that sh** Rap sh**, I know all about that sh** So, so, so how about that sh**?