Post by Authentic on Mar 30, 2007 18:27:16 GMT -5
("Where It started At" beat by Hi - Tek)
Note : No Hook on this track. So for the places where the hooks at we just decided to shit talk.
Hook/Shit Talkin' (Authentic)
This is the LAB man. We got that fire spits homie, dont cross our line man or we gonna get brutal. you feel me? I don't play around kid, shut your mouth and fuckin listen.
Verse 1 (Authentic)
I stay movin fast, dont take time to conspire//
You wanna re wire me, 'till I'm on fire//
I stay to myself yo and I spit fear//
We're the best now, The LAB saved this year//
I'm callin' on this hit, one man holocaust wit spits//
Tears down ya' face, like jizz rollin off a dick//
So man, once I start projectin' my voice//
Mind race on this spit, pen the weapon of choice//
I'm a monster, Atlas, Earth on my shoulder//
We be takin over now, my work is over//
I'm the first to jus own ya', one click wit my phone//
Could have you spread out homie, all hit wit the chrome//
Step to LAB dog and you get mashed up//
Have 'em slain, cuz I "lol" at a rapper//
I stay on point man, cuz it's really that simple//
And stay 'runnin' shit like the AIM symbol//
Hook/Shit Talkin (Lidz)
Y'all cant even see me, dog. You needa get your mind right. Nobody fuckin wit LAB, you heard me? Liddy will put you in your grave mothafucka. Look at me again and get shot point blank, homie (gunshot)
Verse 2 (Lidz)
I'm everywhere, I stay in your eyes like lashes//1
I got a nine with a full clip loaded under my matress//2
Dont even try to catch us, homie you cant match this//3
So much weed ashes, im leavin lyrical rashes//4
Switchin up the flow, LAB is crackin your speakers//5
How can you hate on me when im packin the heaters//6
If you lookin for some bomb bud just ask for me//7
Im a bigger hustla then Jay-Z and Cassidy//8
Im comin to your house. so your door, you better lock it//9
black bandana on my face, another in my back pocket//10
Im on some pac shit, yeah im shootin at five-o//11
I need a better angle, A. You gonna have to drive slow!//12
The tables are turned, these fags are never gonna learn//13
When the AK start spittin, your gonna start to feel the burn//14
Lidz and Authentic dont play. We on some otha shit//15
So hot. To touch us you'd need an Oven Mit//16
Hook/Shit Talkin (Authentic and Lidz)
Lidz: I told you not to fuck with LAB. You dudes must be crazy or some shit.
Authentic: 2 verses of death, best believe it
Note : No Hook on this track. So for the places where the hooks at we just decided to shit talk.
Hook/Shit Talkin' (Authentic)
This is the LAB man. We got that fire spits homie, dont cross our line man or we gonna get brutal. you feel me? I don't play around kid, shut your mouth and fuckin listen.
Verse 1 (Authentic)
I stay movin fast, dont take time to conspire//
You wanna re wire me, 'till I'm on fire//
I stay to myself yo and I spit fear//
We're the best now, The LAB saved this year//
I'm callin' on this hit, one man holocaust wit spits//
Tears down ya' face, like jizz rollin off a dick//
So man, once I start projectin' my voice//
Mind race on this spit, pen the weapon of choice//
I'm a monster, Atlas, Earth on my shoulder//
We be takin over now, my work is over//
I'm the first to jus own ya', one click wit my phone//
Could have you spread out homie, all hit wit the chrome//
Step to LAB dog and you get mashed up//
Have 'em slain, cuz I "lol" at a rapper//
I stay on point man, cuz it's really that simple//
And stay 'runnin' shit like the AIM symbol//
Hook/Shit Talkin (Lidz)
Y'all cant even see me, dog. You needa get your mind right. Nobody fuckin wit LAB, you heard me? Liddy will put you in your grave mothafucka. Look at me again and get shot point blank, homie (gunshot)
Verse 2 (Lidz)
I'm everywhere, I stay in your eyes like lashes//1
I got a nine with a full clip loaded under my matress//2
Dont even try to catch us, homie you cant match this//3
So much weed ashes, im leavin lyrical rashes//4
Switchin up the flow, LAB is crackin your speakers//5
How can you hate on me when im packin the heaters//6
If you lookin for some bomb bud just ask for me//7
Im a bigger hustla then Jay-Z and Cassidy//8
Im comin to your house. so your door, you better lock it//9
black bandana on my face, another in my back pocket//10
Im on some pac shit, yeah im shootin at five-o//11
I need a better angle, A. You gonna have to drive slow!//12
The tables are turned, these fags are never gonna learn//13
When the AK start spittin, your gonna start to feel the burn//14
Lidz and Authentic dont play. We on some otha shit//15
So hot. To touch us you'd need an Oven Mit//16
Hook/Shit Talkin (Authentic and Lidz)
Lidz: I told you not to fuck with LAB. You dudes must be crazy or some shit.
Authentic: 2 verses of death, best believe it