DJ. Otie. - Sit and Spit lyrics

[Verse 1: DJ. Otie] Looking behind has nearly got me backtracking Except for when we're sipping on tea as if we mad-hatting Battle mistakes from the past again it always come back and when we're rushing we wonder what hole Alice is falling in Rabbit run cause the gun is being spun and it seems like our time is up This life is nearly done I'm dipping and diving the bullets they rising when i spit Because they not liking it a bit Because my fires already lit And t the grinding gears DJ. Otie appears to be lubricating from the sweat and tears of whack MC's cause haters must feel the end is up, time is near Well no need to fear the next sensation is here Misunderstood Genius, DJ. Otie. And Jason Ledger we make it clear That we will not be stopped No the flow will not pop when i chop the top of the billboard Or make it to Fillmore Don't confuse it Cause if you do you'll lose it Regret the disrespect when them n***as wanna abuse ya Remove ya from booth Force you to leave the hood And prove what i introduce to ya when I'm schooling ya like it's physics Aw man Even if it wasn't part of the plan This band has ran the span of an expensive CT scan Hot DAMN I'm cutting you up better rush yourself to the ER before you see stars or Worse your tombstone's just a spike of Rebar But this a**a**ination's not over yet Imma let these Ledger lines interrupt your placement test Now what they say? [Chorus] And they say You boys can't be kings of this game And they say Stop having all of those big dreams And they say You boys can't be kings of this game And they say And they say Tell Me What They Say? [Verse 2: Jason ledger] When standing on life's edge I pay homage to sister sledge I get lost in this music while huffing a can of lemon pledge Trying to get high enough to escape the realm of soul edge But I end up playing catch with my demon friends until the season ends Pa**ing bullets back and forth like a suicidal hedonist Believe me this, seasoned mix of suicide and a dope lyricist makes it clear that I should kiss my doubts good bye, Touch the sky, and maybe even feel alright But then again it's dumb and dumber coming through "Man they just misfits, what the f** they gonna do?" I walk with a limp, which you mistake for that of a pimp But it's really just a side effect for owning the mind of an imp So don't be surprised, if you realize we stole ya eyes and ya girl and ya mind Just walk it off you be fine! But wait..that so stereotypical I mean two goblins stealing, that's so stereo-mythical Can't play this sh** on the radio or your stereo's critical This the type of sh** that make you grind ya teeth to minerals Through my many a syllable "That Jason's an oral criminal." For those of you with dirty minds take my last line more literal Like head shots on Xbox. messages not so subliminal But really though, you feel me bro? Came off the beat to preach a message This music in my life, it really is just a blessing So even through the dark jokes I gotta show you that I'm blessed And my method is to do it through this lyrical wreckage [Chorus]