Sid Madrid - Rep da Rap Sweet lyrics

REP DA RAP SWEET [Solace Zeta] Verse 1: The reigns was up-for-grabs/ On the rap, ask the people, they had too much-of-fads/ Watch us crush-the-stag-/ -nant, malignant, un-equivalent competition/ As we bump-&-listen/ Pump-the-system/ While we dump the chump description/ Uhn, it stumps by giving thumps in lumps to opposition/ Rocks as it talks-to-citizens/ Hits-'em-&/ Chalks it up to tough discipline/ Remembering/ Fantastic cla**ics/ Gang Starr, NaS, Wu, Snoop-&-Dre/ 2pac, B.I.G., L, Pun, oops-&-hey/ Props to the 80's-groups/ Not these shady-troops/ Behaving like Simon Grady's-crazy-gluts/ (“You don't remember me?”)/ I mean-a**/ (“You're f**ing hilarious!”) Won't let the scheme-last/ Mega ill sk**s like Sega on the Dreamcast/ And Genesis/ Went by Zeta, now it's Solace/ As my artist-name/ Devised and exercised how to get the smartest-game/ And the largest-gain/ Even learned from the Cold Crush Four war with Furious-Five/ Caught the serious-vibe/ Now MCs break out into curious-hives/ From exposure to the Kraftwerk/ The closer with the kick a**-smirk/ ‘Cause they doubt-the-grace/ Will cause illness as we spill-this throughout-the-place… )(I gotta show you somethin…No you ain't showing me nothin')( HOOK: [The hair on your shoulder-raises/ Giving you chills colder-than-places/] [Where they pack-meat/ Representing 3-0-3, 7-20, 9-70, the rap's-sweet/] [On the mic when delivered he's to be considered an elite athlete/] [No love for MCs that's way past-weak/ Huhn, they can kiss my a**-cheek/] Verse 2: Colorado's coming through, the grace-I-adorn/ Live and direct what'd you expect from the place-I-was-born/ The smoothest groove is our attitude/ So fly we amplify the amplitude/ All the same cause we train at high altitude/ Hungry like grubbing-crews/shoveling-food/ Got the appetite to rap-it-right & run you out the building like the Nuggets-do/ Thuggish-who?/ Naw, don't say-jack or play-that, but f**-it-dude/ Damn, you took-it the wrong-way/ Look-at the booklet to see what the song-say/ Here for a long-stay/ Like magic the fabrics gain the rapid-weight/ Out to fascinate/ Foes I exacerbate/ Only things they stimulate/ Is themselves when they masturbate/ Hah, clever never fell-behind/ So follow-this, even astrologists say my stars are well-aligned… [HOOK] Verse 3: Solace can make girls-grin/ Sweep 'em off their feet in a whirlwind/ For Lakewood to shine/ Make-good on the rhymes/ Like a match-stick or axe-kick to their face as the whack-spit/ Snooty, poopy, booty-rap/ Only hits they get is groupie-snatch/ Catch the hoochie-clap/ From not wearing a coochie-hat/ Oopsie-jack/ All jealous fellas cause real women are all, ‘who-be-that?'/ With the groovy-phat/ Lyrics, selection like a movie-rack/ Monumental potential like Kool-G-Rap/ Infatuation with imagination like when Snoopy-sat/ On the roof, juiced & played-Red-Baron/ See me in the spring with a shaved-head-wearing/ Nuggets-jerseys/ You'd love-it-surely/ (“Come on watch the birdie”)/ But before this ends-&-all-that/ Do some major-good like shout out to my neighborhood by Simms-&-Colfax/ Much love sending out grins-&-a-bowl-packed/ No need to let greed expend-the-whole-sack/ Love humanity & win-its-soul-back/ Just being wild-style-giddy/in the mile-high-city/ Cause ladies can jock-&-squeal/ While I'm walking-heel/to toe on the flow talking-real/ So get the crisper picture as it hits-ya like a glockenspiel…