Chris Lighty (feat. Camu Tao) - The Weathermen, Vast Aire, Camu Tao

I wrote a rhyme to a beat

Sipping a Sam Adams

Now everybody and they grandma know Atoms

Now everybody and they grandma know Atoms

Now niggas want war like Edwin Starr

But what is it good for?

(Absolutely nothing)

I’m saying, Ice Ice Baby lost 18 zeros cause he was (Absolutely fronting)

Cause fronting’s been see through like Vin Diesel

I’m in the back of club smacking up two people

I’m in the back with your girl trading sweet secrets

Rubbing on your honey and getting them tits leaking

And if I’m too slick for niggas, switch to triggers

Shoot me up with fifths of liquor, help me out

When I’m out pitch hits to niggas

And if the club is stuck or lame, punk we heat it up

And if your girl say she stuck on brain, we eat it up

Cause 'Mu's been cracking since What’s Happening?

How you gonna push the shit forward when your ass backwards?

Attitudes wanna change when the cash stack up

Shoot thangs when they attack using a black magnum

Listen… niggas…are you ready for fun?

How you gonna front in a house when it’s heavy with guns?

Chop up your body have your rolling with chunks, niggas…

I wrote a rhyme to beat

Sipping a Pale Bass

Now everybody and they grandma knows Smash

Now everybody and they grandma knows Smash

Now niggas want war like Edwin Star

But what is it good for?

(Absolutely nothing)

I’m saying, Ice Ice Baby lost 18 zeros cause he was (Absolutely fronting)

You know my health is New York but my elbows are Southern

Comfort spilled on my shirt, change the pattern

MC’s better eat they veggies

I’m Four times Fantastic

Unseen, rock hard and flexible

Plus my flesh is fire suitable

Yo, who you rocking for?

To the cats in the front who be acting ill

And the chicks in the back with the skirts that peel

Haha

She’s hoping for my index skill

Cause I was backstage up in her Massengill

Niggas jerk all night looking for skins to kill

Now we wake up with the Morning After pills

I think my tongue needs a dance floor

Cause my vernacular is like fancy movement

And if you ever test my crew

You might not live that long to dispute it

Put your money where your mouth is

I’ll knock your teeth out

We don’t play fair, yeah, that’s the street route

What’s the beef about?

Life ain’t that long

Niggas squeeze 'em out you put it in a rap song