Dilated Peoples - Rework The Angles текст песни

* also featured on sway and king techs "this or that"

[a.g.]

Check it out now

I work the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket

Electrifying like a live socket

Hit em with all flavors, yup

We tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, Im talkin papers

Or keep it realer, and see me on a iron caterpillar

On point like a killer, plus ready, to deliver

Type gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it

Critics dig my style cause I write different, no hype

I just kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it

I shine like the ice when I hold mics, everytime

Got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what?

They so right, you get stuck, Ill go twice

Lit it up when I blow mics

[evidence]

Show mic precise, require sacrifice

Thats no hassle, the master got more loops than lassos

Yall hear me? they all conspiracy theories

Worthless, like testing ev defeats the purpose

Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women

Breakbeats and windmills on concrete

Covered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline

Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine

Thats right sometimes I get so hyped

I feel like diamond d the best producer on the mic

I aced this -- most punchlines are tasteless

Regular, average, mediocre, makeshift

To all my djs, with skills you got a lotta

This aint on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta

The method in this game theyll have you drained and strangles

Dont go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles

[defari]

Dont sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like sehorn

Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform

Of energy, mentally fit to last a century

Like centuries, one double-zero translate to victories

You kiddin me me? come wack thats not my history

Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember +misery+?

Lyrically youre skatin out of control

Work the angles round the globe, from newark to south pole

Its so cold that mcs catch pneumonia

Im airborne, from l.a. to barcelona

I rock heads from pomona out the bronx

Drop the sure needle contact, now watch me launch

Djs, you jugglin, that means Im bubblin

Defari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin

Picture me fumblin or droppin the ball

Thats like picturin guy without that nigga aaron hall

[iriscience]

Well if a brother gets the best of me

Aint no use in sniveling and blaming the referee

Fuck that, I strip the mic with tenacous d

Kick it up to evidence, yo kick it out to me!

Line up the three, trifecta stroked properly

Rocca, I work the angles triple opticly

The hip-hop multi-beat real monopoly

My g is god, whats your g for, geometry?

This man of war beats cold on the seashore

An deeo enough to take it to the sea floor

Every single beat bangs like a c-4

We drop beats, why you asking what the beat for?

The spitfire fighter dilated entity

Im learning shockers like shockra building energy

While barbershops sipping henny like the kennedys

Im always been independent, thats word to beni b

Its guaranteed

[xzibit]

Make t-shirts and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot

Naturally, me and my faculty never play with this

I used to love h.e.r. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch

Shes sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips

But thats alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent

And keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool

Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd move

Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you dilated

Hotter than satan, the repeated parole violations

Xzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty angels

How the west was won: with microphones and turntables