Lyrics to collabo track with Dirty Harry...listen to this track and other Dirty Harry classics at:
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/7/dirtyharryaka2fingerz.htm
Please leave feedback on his message board...whether positive or negative...it's all good!
PEACE!
(Politic'n P., E-Major, Dirty Harry, DJ Tabletop)
"Minus tha stereo types//minus tha media hypes"
Politic'n P.:
I'm knockin' muthafuccuzz out quicker than the #1 heavy weight contender/
or your favorite bartender, never tha pretender/
I travel to tha end of tha Earth and beyond/
fake gangstas with empty hands when it's time for guns to be drawn/
ya fail to realize that's how it's supposed to be/
ya lettin' that negativity get tha best of you that's why you'll never get close to me/
everytime I speak it's like a breath of fresh air 'cause I spit ferociously/
I give you nothin' but a fat dose of thee, most powerful drug on tha planet, It's called reality/
so overdose on that prescription, I stay on tha move no time for intermission/
I'm like Gary Goodwrench beatin' you, backstabbin' telephone toughguys into submission/
Altered Methodz, peep tha new addition, we stay on tha mission to give ya what you missin'/
I'm quick to turn you so-called hardcore cats to kittens, I leave tha mic scorchin', when I'm done spittin/
so ya better pack your mittens, or muthafucka, get ta gittin'...
E-Major:
Yo, In the '02 shit can get sicc and twisted, so I write prolific, and I stay high and lifted/
keep a mic by tha waistline, butter tha biscuit, don't let me match wits with misfits/
pullin' cheap tricks, like magicians rockin' discus, bishop to knight 3 thinkin' fish'll lack tha endgame/
your girl got drunk at tha afterparty wanted to bend tha bedframe, spark tha membrane/
caps get twisted like a Mt. Dew instant win game...anyway, back to tha cipher/
I am to mic checkin' like packed bowls are to lighters, like makeshift to MacGyver/
like aim is to snipers, like pens are to writers, like venom is to vipers/
and no matter how many eMCees I eat up, I'll never be a biter/
a rare breed indeed like abstract McCully/
home all Aceyalone got ya speechless never killin' me softly/
I speak my mind, and when I freak a rhyme/
it's tha E. to tha Major bitch...perfectly designed...
Dirty Harry:
Unchanneled aggressions, lack of progression got y'all stressin'/
wanna step to Altered methodz? We gonna teach plenty lessons/
reap what you sow, bro's before hoes/
don't stand on fam' toes cuzz if one goes we all go/
tight knit like tha sweater ya grandma gave ya/
shit, we superior, nothin' can save ya/
not really out for tha papers, fuck tha industry rapers/
peep tha locality of these methodical saviors/
give ya what ya want, fuck it we force feed ya/
program ya, beat ya, then we fuckin' freed ya/
never stop moving like a track team we hurdlin'/
lyrics shootin' to kill, damn we mentally murderin'/
encouragin' positive movement, and negative attitudes/
just tryin' to make our mark, fuck givin' up tha gratitude/
latitude or longitude we 'bout to blow up tha map/
3 MC's a DJ and this muthafuckin' 4-track/
we be fuckin' up cats, left over paraplegic/
comin' to war with no battle plan, damn...we way too strategic/
steadily in tha trenches, throwin' wrenches/
into tha mix, y'all sleepin' like some bums on fuckin' benches/
wake tha fuck up, sleepy time's over/
I continue to hold down this microphone whether I'm drunk or sober/
never off...shit, I keep my composure/
I'm all over this beat, call me a lyrical groper/
like Mr. Roper finger bangin' Chrissy/
Jack's fuckin' Janet and they both drunk pissy/
3 eMCees is company, 2 DJ's is a crowd/
Tabletop, fuck it, turn this bitch out now!...
(©2003 Filthy Dirty/SwankLife Prod.)
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/7/dirtyharryaka2fingerz.htm
:beard: :devious:
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/7/dirtyharryaka2fingerz.htm
Please leave feedback on his message board...whether positive or negative...it's all good!
PEACE!
(Politic'n P., E-Major, Dirty Harry, DJ Tabletop)
"Minus tha stereo types//minus tha media hypes"
Politic'n P.:
I'm knockin' muthafuccuzz out quicker than the #1 heavy weight contender/
or your favorite bartender, never tha pretender/
I travel to tha end of tha Earth and beyond/
fake gangstas with empty hands when it's time for guns to be drawn/
ya fail to realize that's how it's supposed to be/
ya lettin' that negativity get tha best of you that's why you'll never get close to me/
everytime I speak it's like a breath of fresh air 'cause I spit ferociously/
I give you nothin' but a fat dose of thee, most powerful drug on tha planet, It's called reality/
so overdose on that prescription, I stay on tha move no time for intermission/
I'm like Gary Goodwrench beatin' you, backstabbin' telephone toughguys into submission/
Altered Methodz, peep tha new addition, we stay on tha mission to give ya what you missin'/
I'm quick to turn you so-called hardcore cats to kittens, I leave tha mic scorchin', when I'm done spittin/
so ya better pack your mittens, or muthafucka, get ta gittin'...
E-Major:
Yo, In the '02 shit can get sicc and twisted, so I write prolific, and I stay high and lifted/
keep a mic by tha waistline, butter tha biscuit, don't let me match wits with misfits/
pullin' cheap tricks, like magicians rockin' discus, bishop to knight 3 thinkin' fish'll lack tha endgame/
your girl got drunk at tha afterparty wanted to bend tha bedframe, spark tha membrane/
caps get twisted like a Mt. Dew instant win game...anyway, back to tha cipher/
I am to mic checkin' like packed bowls are to lighters, like makeshift to MacGyver/
like aim is to snipers, like pens are to writers, like venom is to vipers/
and no matter how many eMCees I eat up, I'll never be a biter/
a rare breed indeed like abstract McCully/
home all Aceyalone got ya speechless never killin' me softly/
I speak my mind, and when I freak a rhyme/
it's tha E. to tha Major bitch...perfectly designed...
Dirty Harry:
Unchanneled aggressions, lack of progression got y'all stressin'/
wanna step to Altered methodz? We gonna teach plenty lessons/
reap what you sow, bro's before hoes/
don't stand on fam' toes cuzz if one goes we all go/
tight knit like tha sweater ya grandma gave ya/
shit, we superior, nothin' can save ya/
not really out for tha papers, fuck tha industry rapers/
peep tha locality of these methodical saviors/
give ya what ya want, fuck it we force feed ya/
program ya, beat ya, then we fuckin' freed ya/
never stop moving like a track team we hurdlin'/
lyrics shootin' to kill, damn we mentally murderin'/
encouragin' positive movement, and negative attitudes/
just tryin' to make our mark, fuck givin' up tha gratitude/
latitude or longitude we 'bout to blow up tha map/
3 MC's a DJ and this muthafuckin' 4-track/
we be fuckin' up cats, left over paraplegic/
comin' to war with no battle plan, damn...we way too strategic/
steadily in tha trenches, throwin' wrenches/
into tha mix, y'all sleepin' like some bums on fuckin' benches/
wake tha fuck up, sleepy time's over/
I continue to hold down this microphone whether I'm drunk or sober/
never off...shit, I keep my composure/
I'm all over this beat, call me a lyrical groper/
like Mr. Roper finger bangin' Chrissy/
Jack's fuckin' Janet and they both drunk pissy/
3 eMCees is company, 2 DJ's is a crowd/
Tabletop, fuck it, turn this bitch out now!...
(©2003 Filthy Dirty/SwankLife Prod.)
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/7/dirtyharryaka2fingerz.htm
:beard: :devious: