Verse 1:
Get a grip, spit like a chainsaw, I let ‘er rip
Bitch, I don’t even own a suitcase—I never trip
Ask how we settle it? That's how we settle it.
Take your tape out and straight mash out instead of it
Step aside, act like you seen us before, recognize
George Washington with the flow, son, I never lie
Turn the flash on, dog, I'm never shy, catch a wide
Shot of the wreckin' ball y'all 'bout to get leveled by
Let it ride, rappers really need to stop buggin’ like pesticide
Before they see stars like the Enterprise
Pennin’ my music for rappers to get offended by
I'm feelin' your single but mostly the instrumental side
I don’t like any side, both were the worst
That’s why I been insulting your work for the bulk of my verse
Just dig a hole in the dirt, homie, ya’ losin’, it's a global alert,
Scoviet Union takin’ over the earth
So you can make some noise, ain’t a raw beat that we can’t destroy
All week
tossin out words like a paperboy
Newsflash, every single rapper in your crew's trash
Every single rapper in my crew shine like Doom's mask
Move fast
Fall back
Gimme room
Pause track...
The beat do what I tell it to do -- boss rap
Tight like a watch strap
honest like Abe in a top hat
Gettin’ tore up like my contract
Chorus:
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
Yo, yo, I'm all about that shit
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
So, so, so holler 'bout that shit
Verse 2:
Run it back,
gimme the mic,
Yo, I aint done with that
Old school shit that you can feel like a rumble pack
Y’all need to stop, turn around like a cul de sac
That a-way
Better take off like a Saturday
Stay at home, sit and take notes on my greatest songs
Second thought? Wait, better not, that would take too long
Way too long, I don’t waste time like the internet
In the Rec, ever since Richie wasn’t in it yet
Yo, lemme interject, Cunny done been a vet
Striped up
Doin' more shows than a Cineplex
Frisco is in effect, Grip told 'em hit the deck,
It's a threat
Bad for your health like a cigarette
Light 'em up,
Lighters up,
Go'n call the fire truck
Try your luck, every rhyme [BING!] like the Midas touch
Golden gate
Alcatraz flow so it’s no escape
Yeah, we got records, son
Rap sheets and stolen breaks
Roll the tape
That's how you motivate Rich, if your flow is fake
That's how you know it ain’t Grip
Yo, we on the same shit,
Same click
Same attitude
Word is bond, kid, I’m the eyes that’s in back of you
Likewise, son, I got ya' back, left, and right side
Rec is in the building
Straight up like a high-rise
We on the way up like a high five
You on the way down
So you oughta stay down like a drive by
Chorus:
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
Yo, yo, I'm all about that shit
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
Rap Shit, I know all about that shit
So, so, so how about that shit?
credits
from Rewinder,
released November 25, 2011
Additional lyrics written and performed by Richie Cunning/R. Lipton for Son of the City Music, ASCAP
supported by 8 fans who also own “Rap Shit (feat. Richie Cunning)”
Richie is one of the best, with a classic yet original voice, flow, delivery, themes/concepts, makes his own beats and they are fire. What more can I say, I’ve been waiting for this for years, and Richie is the beat MC/Producer to come out of the Sco, a world-class artist. Phillipdrummond of Today's Future Sound
