Issue No 134 I Am That Lyrics
I Am That by Issue No. 134
Feat. Apathy & DJ Kwestion
(Intro)
This shit is lifeworth
It's time to stack the bar on them
You know
Aye, yo, Chris, talk to 'em, come on!
(Verse)
You're lifewire
Meet the course, casualties
(Call me the specialist professor at this rap science)
Fuck with C., get your blood shot through the speaker
You searching for signs in the air, but I ain't there
Your life will only cause me to cause casualties
(Call me the specialist professor at this rap science)
Mah mah, my city never sleeps
Searching for signs in the air, but I ain't there
Peep at how we playn, y'all saw, I ain't finished, nah
All bombing, no guiness, yeah, we go about our business
Yapping like you acting wild, the goonies hanging
Out the back, they will apache you out,
You won't last a round(?)
Shoulda known by now that we will wreck it
Cool call collected, to y'all, disrespected
Temperament like a narrow rattie
Shook a bullet, thrill a pop
We leave, we leave a cold body
Lets go!
My skills holler enough
Fronting at the front of the bus
And all the homies don none until they getting rough
With their quotes, I don't give a fuck about your
Nolly and your Molly and Pops
Stop with the fuss
Come on, your shitty topics get flushed
Between the lines is where we live
Them evil kids are even are rollin', even sneakin' in
Tweakin' off the leaf and gin
Another move and it is check-mate
So let me set the rep straight
I cash the fucking wholes inside your chest, mate!
(Hook)
Only course, read the course, casualties
(Call me the specialist professor at this rap science)
(Intro)
This shit is lifeworth
It's time to stack the bar on them
You know
Aye, yo, Chris, talk to 'em, come on!
(Verse)
You're lifewire
Meet the course, casualties
(Call me the specialist professor at this rap science)
Fuck with C., get your blood shot through the speaker
You searching for signs in the air, but I ain't there
Your life will only cause me to cause casualties
(Call me the specialist professor at this rap science)
Mah mah, my city never sleeps
Searching for signs in the air, but I ain't there
Peep at how we playn, y'all saw, I ain't finished, nah
All bombing, no guiness, yeah, we go about our business
Yapping like you acting wild, the goonies hanging
Out the back, they will apache you out,
You won't last a round(?)
Shoulda known by now that we will wreck it
Cool call collected, to y'all, disrespected
Temperament like a narrow rattie
Shook a bullet, thrill a pop
We leave, we leave a cold body
Lets go!
My skills holler enough
Fronting at the front of the bus
And all the homies don none until they getting rough
With their quotes, I don't give a fuck about your
Nolly and your Molly and Pops
Stop with the fuss
Come on, your shitty topics get flushed
Between the lines is where we live
Them evil kids are even are rollin', even sneakin' in
Tweakin' off the leaf and gin
Another move and it is check-mate
So let me set the rep straight
I cash the fucking wholes inside your chest, mate!
(Hook)
Only course, read the course, casualties
(Call me the specialist professor at this rap science)