Anon - Stuck lyrics

Here I come with the f**ing lyrics to blow your mind up Rewind up the tape and watch the snake's coil rattle The battle is on, against brown foxes and obnoxious Lyricals not understandable street slang beyond comprehensible I use dental tools to remove The plaque in the back of your cranium As I blow up like uranium, taking Nas fools and disdaining them Saying "Gotti" so many times, you're gonna find me arraigning them Cause the year of the hard, scarred emcee has pa**ed Present answers for the problems that you verbally hara** When the English language is all that's hurt by your linguistics The meaning? You missed it, check the purist, it's L-a-z and I plead the fifth letter The go-getter, heavy sweater under pressure Hey -- no keys or money G's, please! f** the rock man This kid's more broker than a stock man, I got mad Bills, you thought I was 'a say sk**s, that too, but I k** Ignorance with the flip of a frankincense to a bookmill Open my mind with the histories of cultures past Learn what they won't teach me and see how long the vultures last I coach this brain of mine to get rich like Brandywine There's ground and I'm standing mine, never silent like a pantomime Breakin' molds, pissing people off on my way on the up They don't like it? They getting f**ed by me on the go-go like Huck-a-Bucks s** my ding-a-ling like Chuck Berry, that's a scary thought As I continue on the Downlow... like Mat Cart- Er, I take a moment to prove the absurdity In a foreign tongue that got more rhymes than a nursery Hey -- who the f** is cursing me? I don't give a motherf**ing f** Cause I won't get stuck in the rut of a gutter cause my sh**'s bu*ter Spread it on your bread, it's the taste of my generation 'Causin' perspiration on the brows of those with constipation You're getting stuck Who the f** you think you're dealing with? Know what the f** I've been through? Not a hell of a lot but I got sh** locked down cooked like a barbecue How hard are you? Hey, got a minute to test yourself? Put yourself at the end of a loaded barrel and tell me if you wet yourself Why do you choose for Tommy Hil to represent your race? When tommy is just an old-a** rich white guy with a smiling, wrinkly face Disgrace to the f**ing nation like hip-hop to Timberlands Put your ear to my lips and let me tell you what you'll find me in: Levi's jeans too big for me when I wear my shirt out And a bulky hooded sweatshirt to make it look like I work out Brothers thinking, "Who's he fooling with that thin a** rear?" And I wonder the same of those who are wearing five-hundred dollar gear Hip-hop is a lifestyle that I've lived since I was small But these new jack Foxy Brown kids want to take it all Critics screaming "Chuck D sold out, now he's a f**ing zero" But sh**, Chuck's my man and you bet he's my f**ing hero I got the back of the folks that be pushed down into the muck Cause they may be sticky in the mud but new jacks is getting stuck They getting stuck Stuck like a postage stamp I'mma mail that a** to your producer To show him who's getting looser, more fluid than a juicer Your a** is a food dehydrator making chips But on this level I'm k**ing devils with this ol' ill sh** A record deal down the road with a doper rhyme is a hope of mine Mountain Brothers got signed to Columbia, it's about f**ing time Folks dragging they feet like they toes was breathing fire While the rest of the nation watched in shock like electric wire And who perspired? The kids who worked the hardest But record labels seem to have a fetish for mainstream bullsh** artists f** the gimmick sh**, I won't be limited, b**h Innovative styles for years with miles of tears from smiling peers This ain't no dog food disgusting imitation meat replacement It's the meatiest, roughest lyrical style this side of where you pay rent As I rule the whole complex, but I don't have one, just like Chino X I don't need no s**. f** that, I do, but I got restraint by inhaling paint fumes I consume the high and turn it into talent No Alazay in this bloodstream I need to maintain my balance I'll Tommy Tippy toe to your apartment, to get sh** started With your woman as she's telling me, "But he can't help it if he's retarded!" With this many songs under my belt I find the time to handle things As I dismantle Ming's dynasty, I'll die nasty as the band'll sing My praises doing covers of my songs from five years ago Competition gets stuck as they struck with lyrical vertigo (Anon) I get stuck in pounds of p**y regardless of its race Move from position to position like I was losing a race Stop on the breaks glance over your models and makes Grab your goods and spread 'em All over the place, disregard all warning signs Play you like dimes from an ounce, watch as I pounce I'll stick you, I stuck you, you're out of luck Now, I just gave a f** about two minutes ago Like a sensation of pleasure unable to be measured, mix it with a beat Instantly get out of your seat Eat my marshmallows give daps to my fellows Deep like the gallows filled to the brim Good to the last time I dropped it, you make me sick Fake rhymes, repeated: I kicked it, so delete it I got you stuck