Style from The Amalgam by Jarv
Tracklist
| 6. | Style | 2:23 |
Lyrics
Uh hi, my name is Nate
and fuck a long walk on the beach
I’d rather be hanging out
in this basement making some beats
Non-stopping, my mom’s gotta find it obnoxious
This constant knocking of these audible collages
Plus the hawk-spit of rhythms hella proper
I design prime-time lines, the rhyme author is too nice
Unless I’m faded off the brew, speaking of which-
That’s another thing I really like to do
Getting driggity-drunk with my cliggity-clique
When I’m chilling at The Station I get busy ya bitch
Find me in your vicinity, I’ll be swigging a fifth
But since I’m sober at the moment
I’ma spit it like this, uh
I don’t be drinking when I gotta rap
Because I just don’t wanna be sounding like that
I can take it up and away, kicking it quicker than y’all
And if y’all got a problem with that
You can take it up with someone giving a what, kid
When I get upon the mic, I begin bugging
And freaking out, leaving the beat in a pile
Ain’t a single MC who be seeing my style, uh
Pardon me, I ain’t tryina spaz, I’m not a fast rapper
I’m an MC who can rap fast when I see fit
I’ll make your people come to Jesus
When I freak a slow flow and leave a beat in pieces
So peep this, what, my fleek steelo’s-
Nineteen hundred and ninety-three degrees below
I’m ice-cold and someday I’ll be on
Until then I’ll switch the beat
and keep it moving along
Because, “That’s basically my style”
And y’all don’t even know what it means to be
What it means to be an MC
