Makin' It Blend - Q-Tip, Words

Uh…

Abstract, Queens cat, what we lookin' at?

Sixth sense, too immense, smellin' is the fact

Out here, you got your shiesty cats stabbin' backs for some track

Until we take it back, you prob’ly won’t be feelin' rap

WORDSWORTH, Brooklynite, what it lookin' like?

5 senses, 9 inches, 5 foot in height

Out here, you got your crooks and heists

Shook and shiest, look alike

Payed off the books from dice, good lookin' and hookin' tight

Us, you, they and them

YO.

her and him

We make it blend I say we makin' it blend

YO… uh uh uh uh uh uh

Us, you, they and them

YO.

her and him

We make it blend I say we makin' it blend

YO… uh uh uh uh uh uh

Back when I came out, first joint I hit it out

New styles to talk 'bout, new ground to walk about

Still breakin' shit wit the hammer of Thor, god

Bigger than Asgard, hittin' your ass hard

Act it out 'cause there’s no time to word shit

You never win with Wordsworth the wordsmith

The verse gets tighter every second the earth twists

Heard its Q-tip and Words you had to purchase

Prefer this, now wait a minute, what’s that I heard skip?

Nerves twitch, play this so much it’s probably your third disc

On purpose, at your service, basement to surface

Learn this, how can you rehearse something that’s perfect?

Isn’t it funny when you use your favorite pen

And get your rhyme pad, write shit that’s truly bad?

Embarrass yourself, make a fuckin' mockery

End the hypocrisy, you never toppin' me

I’m the monopoly, in jail is your cacophonies of unfair policies

In there you’re rottin' B

You hit the lottery, well then you spottin' me

I’m extortin' you of all your natural bodilies

Ayyo it gotta be the way I respond that makes honor me

Song hittin' award winnin', y’all just the nominees

Play it safe, I’ll arrange your wake

My paper mate will have my label mate’s album released a later date

Police patrol the city 'til I’m as old as 50

Hat back, clothes won’t fit me, causin' 5−0 to frisk me

My hands are ammunition, banned like contraband in prison

I’m who you wanna be blowin' out your candles wishin'

Makin' it, makin' it blend

YO… makin' it blend

Makin' it, makin' it blend

YO… makin' it blend

Makin' it, makin' it blend

YO… makin' it blend

Makin' it, makin' it blend

Make, makin' it blend

Yo, I like a woman wit a bangin' body, the face and frame of Halle

Attitude — angry, snotty, speaks slang and cocky

Time to hang ain’t gotta bring a posse

Through rainy days she got me, like Whitney stay wit Bobby

Yo, your cake is in the kitchen, your wishful premonition

It’s turned around by my firm thoughts of demolition

It’s time to numb your run and dim your vision

It’s time to give up the hopes and dreams of major acquisition

Ain’t got a drop top that goes 0 to 60

But after shows, ladies drop tops and show they titties

Across the globe can’t oppose, it’s risky

Or even go against me, I’m Words

So every time that you flow you spit me

We in the asphalt, you cause your last fall

Insult to injury is when we curse the salt

Douse the open wound to the tomb

Its time to sit back and watch professionals in full bloom