How Long
Zapatilla
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[Intro: Sayadinnah] What up? Yeah, baby. From Oakland to Harlem. From Frisco to Brooklyn. Keeping it hot [Verse 1: Sayadinnah] Patience. You can’t comprehend the situation This is Californication—makes me want it penetration They making donation for mental stimulation The whole, entire underground nation holla Sayadinnah rip emphatic, cause spasms or orgasms My hip hop erotica makes y’all fools get exotica Comment that they [?] are common. The Zapatista [?] la policia, primo. I channel [or?] Like I’m the [?] Students, you have been caught So now you [can’t be bought?] As soon as you arrested, you will be tested I’ll be waiting on the score. You better not confess shit Got niggas [who out the door?] adept at the art of war We gorilla-pant while you clown-stamp In the face of revolution, them niggas sell a CD Just prostitution—can’t turn a ho into an MC Know what I mean? Quit fucking the mainstream Make this choice—the Kama Sutra with this real queen [Interlude: Breez Evahflowin’] Haha. (That’s how we delete shit). Word up. It’s like that. (On some end of the week shit). Yo. I’mma do it rhyming. (From the West to the East shit). I’mma do it rhyming. (Tight, out the weak shit). I’mma do it rhyming. Yo, yo, yo [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin’] I’mma do it rhyming (What?) Royal like Zoot and Common. Sick like shooting vomit You anonymous fucks Dead in my sight like I’m lining it up You like, like “Aight, aight”—y’all get the point Now it’s time for y’all to get into it and get the joint Jump in the jam like a strawberry pool And watch the God shine like Marbury jewels (What?) I can’t support that shit, though. It’s crib goals Still, I rip flow and watch Rick blow Y’all niggas all-out pitiful. I’m pit bull Incisor grip and rip through ligament And tissue. Spit you before the accusation I bit you. Mind activate like a missile Locked on target To bomb y’all to bones and shards of garments Army sergeant detonating my regiment On a special mission with the spy tech specialist A most definite uncommon combination Spawn of rhyme abomination. Hey! How long have y’all been patient? I can’t wait For time, it’s “What is taking?” Make it mine What you saying with them soon-to-be faggot rhymes? On the crime, everything and time found frozen [Verse 3: Sayadinnah] Laugh at shaking the ass as soon as the track hits Niggas raise they glasses and [pep?] they collapses Stage weak and geek to watch me speak Grab the mic—peach chickenheads clash they beaks So hot I’m giving heat like liquid from [?] Words from my temple burning they Temporal Jazzy like Gillespie, rhymes sicker than epilepsy Incinerator. Nigga, you shouldn’t sweat me Like the only ice [wind’s?] a hundred degrees And if you ain’t feeling the friction, you ain’t got [?] And [?] stop it, please? But if it’s butter Then the piston speaks and the engine leaks And your knees get weak. [?] Pluck ya, let ya ride ya chi [?] wannabe MC coming at me Front like they with the same label and wasn’t with nobody when they said it last week—[?] I only like real cheese and real MCs Causing casualties with ease—niggas, please Gorillas and G-O-D What the fuck you thought I mean? [Verse 4: Breez Evahflowin’] The word is raw like we put ‘em in dope and You would’ve scored but you couldn’t get open Shit-up in showbiz. Shame on you—it’s hopeless Stupid jokers wet up like Super Soakers Through the vocal dash of a Hold the cash when you hold the cash Hold the gas. Fuck the battle applause. Son, I Had it with yours—now you gotta withdraw Hound that bit off and get all your doll High-grade, cutting into hit her with the Security guards playing cards, laying ours Y’all only armed ‘cause y’all bomb with ya A&Rs In feminine ways Any complaints why I think so stink, send ‘em to blaze And you think that shit’s still sweet? Gentlemen, please