DC the Midi Alien - Next 2 Me lyrics

[Intro] [Reks talking] Haha. Yo. DC, yo...it's 'bout time we connected. Hahaha R.E.K.S. Let's go. Haha, Lawtown. Ma**achusetts 'Bout to be a problem y'all. You know, I know. Haha. I know. Yo [Verse One] Feel it's imperative, rappers get they sedatives Record is, definition, given in the dictionary For spittin' so effortless Every breath is, as if, I'm the game of Tetris Hold any block down Name any block 'round, I connect with it Legendary street etiquette Boilin' kettle with, steamin' rhetoric Aimin' taunts at the faults of the hecklers Let go ridiculous metaphors I was meant for this sh** Spit tighter than virgin vagina The kind of rhymer blind ya with the necklaces Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde before I let off with this (Kiss kiss) Bang bang Man, I be on some sh** kid Knight Rider with the army on ya, owe ya honor I was tryin' to calm him but he felt he had to touch the sauna Told him good karma come upon you like tsunami waves Forget the problems it's peace Two fingers waved [Hook] [x2] Don't add insult to injury Hurt yourself f**in' with R.E K.S., yes Reks a vet, sorry All these rappers ain't sh** next to me [Verse Two] Ya see, rappers hyperventilate When I'm in a spittin' state Innovate rhymes, put your mind on the dinner plate Ain't a f**in' line in my rhymes n***as can debate Spit them 8 by 8's with tongue on skates (Zip by) With the zip drive High to the face And I don't smoke lye but my mind outer space I can fly to the gates of Heaven with the Reverend, say grace With the angels then race to Earth, spit a verse At 11:00 at a showcase Flow way Beyond your slow pace Zoo to blow, move the fo's, domes shake Don't hate Don't make me irate I put my heavyweight bars against your featherweights any day Anyway Movin' along, spewin' the bomb lyricals I'll do to the song what mom's do to umbilicals Rip it to shreds, I'm sick with the lead Not just the top, but to the paper's bottom edge [Hook] [x2] Don't add insult to injury Hurt yourself f**in' with R.E K.S., yes Reks a vet, sorry All these rappers ain't sh** next to me [Verse Three] Yo, call the doctor, call the nurse I got a burst that hurts the worst Put b**hes in stitches, vicious with words, pronouns and verbs, I'mma Beast with grammar kinda like literature teachers Rip to pieces any MC's thesis Jesus I thirst for 16's with spleens with spittage Admit Rather obscene lyrics in doors I'mma Force to be reckoned with, wreckin' sh** Is of course the one causin' vibration in the mic cords Swords sharpen The boy poppin' off of the gum Got a flame in the belly that heat up the tongue Cough up a lung, where I'm from n***as stay high, chinky eyed And Reks symbolize anything fly Ride Honda Civics slow Shuffle through the slow When we too small for hoopin' so we gotta sell blow Or we gotta flow like Krumb Scientifik, damn we lost one It's only right We hold the torch son [Hook] [x2] Don't add insult to injury Hurt yourself f**in' with R.E K.S., yes Reks a vet, sorry All these rappers ain't sh** next to me Next to me