Who's Wit It
You know I'm wit it, Big Lecxs highly committed
I roll with Blaqman so if ya hot get extinguished
We bang, we bruise, please don't get between us
I don't ruffle ya feathers, I'll break ya fingers
Every time I touch down my scent lingers
We hip-hop heads, not R&B singers
Say what ya want, meet the pain bringa'
Keep running ya lips, end up on Jerry Springer
My flow creates pressure, call it hydromatic
I'm a problem in the paint, so it's automatic
See me in the street for some awesome antics
This is a dictatorship and I am not diplomatic
Leave me open and I'll knock down a three
Provoke me and I sting like Africianized bees
Don't leave ya lady alone with me
Cause I am the fruit of the poisonous tree
I'm mellow for a minute but you know I'm wit it
Got my fitted on my head so you know it's time for spittin'
I got them wicked lyrics put together like hieroglyphics
Always workin on my fitness so I'm stronger than you bitches
With the flick of my tongue you know I got you sprung
Your brain is going numb like you're fiendin' for drugs
Yeah I know you bums wish that I was your slut
But bein' a slave to a man is just not what I want
I don't care about tradition, I am on my own mission
To seek and destroy if you put me in a kitchen
All you politicians should be raped in prison
Because you're all a bunch of fakes and you ruin the system
Autor(es): Katie Tropp, Robert Hill