Gossip Synopsis - Theory Hazit

Talkin' all that jazz

Now what it do mayn?

What it do?

What it do mayn?

He talkin all that jazz

Now what it do mayn?

What it do?

Now what it do mayn?

What it do?

You know it’s funky funky funky when you hear it from hearsay

And most of your dirty laundry gets airplay

Watch what you say about Hazit

You need to cut class and go play in some traffic

(I'm just playin') No that’s my sentiments exactly

Acting like you need attention badly

You mad because your album didn’t grab me

I pray you get your skill up

And stop wearing a mask like Ghostface Killah

(That's right ya’ll) seems the devil would tell the truth

I got so much style you thought that Theory Hazit was a group

You better analyze yourself then lose yourself

My juice is felt, like Big Wreck, I move in stealth

assassin, busting shots at the dragon

For passing filthy messages around like a lap dance

Eventually leading to a disease that will seize you

Deceive you, got a crew?

Better tell 'em be true

You know I heard about Theory Hazit?

Yeah, he hot, he an artist and all

Ya nahm sayin?

Think he’s freestyling but they be all written

I also heard that he working with secular artists

Be cussing and everything

I think his favorite rapper is Ace

Yo you know what I heard tho?

You know what I heard

(You got a big mouth)

You make it worse when you don’t come to me first

Aiming at my name and launching your dirt

Get your facts right, you know I blew the spot up last night

Still you digging up garbage that happened in my past life

(He know better) Who you tryna impress?

You assume and second-guess, more walking in the flesh

Backslide, I clap fire that make themselves higher

Outsiders give me the gas face like Al-Qaeda

(That's right ya’ll) You just embarrassing yourself

Parallel to hell, the truth you too arrogant to tell

It’s as easy as doubt, it’s kinda funny but it sucks

Cause the same folks that talk down on me big me up

(Like that ya’ll) And whatchu talkin' 'bout Willis?

Stop feeling yourself, it’s bad for your health (true!)

You don’t even know the story so you make up your own

Entertaining your thoughts while I’m practicing to condone

He ain’t really saved, son

Word up, that’s why he be like, ya nah mean?

With all them secular artists and all that

Because-cuz-cuz, B!

He really hustling like

Ya nah mean?

When he say he hustling, yo he really hustling

He hustling all that, all them type of drugs yo

Yo for real… it’s cuz yo yo cuz yo…

He a cool cat and all, he a cool cat and all but yo…

The tongue strikes like lightning

At least say it to my face, I know you don’t like me

Speaking deaf can get you clapped in the dome

And ya’ll need to leave Michael Jackson alone

Back in the day, if you said I was wack, it was on

I clap on, clap off, light gat on my arms

Megatron, pull the pin, my rap is a bomb

You’s a joke, it ain’t even worth to laugh at your songs

I hustle beats and rhymes, they stay with the Divine

Don’t know what you heard but I take care of me and mine

Everything that I do now is

I don’t have to prove nuttin' to you, I say it again

(Like that ya’ll) And whatchu talkin' 'bout Willis?

Stop feeling yourself (huh?) you killing yourself (true!)

Don’t even know the story so you play without ears

Entertaining your thoughts, I gotta do a show man, see ya!