Various Artists – POSSE

Various Artists – POSSE Lyrics

Artist: Various Artists
Song: POSSE

This sh#t is like a litmus test for my verbal fitness
Finna make the diction sparkle like Christmas so can I get a witness
Hopping on to posture off in everybody’s business
I’ve been with it for a minute and the wiz is only just beginning

Never need any sympathy over my daily sinning
Year felt like I was serving a sentence, days the same like a synonym
Went a little deranged, til I found my wings again
Til they melt I’ll take the belt and the ring, I do my thing again

Brought the homiеs with me to sing again
Take you trippin west to thе home of the cactus call that a mescaline
Temperature check in affect coming back hotter than hell again
Yo E-dub help me out don’t let me talk all of this sh#t by myself again

Yo this that posse cut you were mentioning?
Just a little something cooking up in my residence
And I know that you can handle this so step up to the mic and won’t you
Show em why you’re worth all the Benjamins

Imagine merit made the man
And you could get a job regardless of a lack of bands
Now imagine you can rhyme like I do
Jewish-American kaiju, every step brings a typhoon

I make a splash
Not a natural disaster, or man-made like a b#stard
But divine like your pastor, I kill em fast
-Er, but I keep it less expected than an earthquake

The kind that wakes you up at night, the kind that makes your stuff break
But I find I’m more effective in the day where you can see my face And I can see you ponder when I ask you how my nuts taste
But I digress, these are the things that I’ll be needing
I want a hatchback from the NASDAQ so I’m speeding to the meeting

You think it’s a wisecrack? Not a hard fact? Start receding
And I might just put your hairline on my Snapchat cuz it’s fleeting
Now play me out
Things just ain’t the same

I weep over a bucket of chicken at Cane’s
Get the fleshlight, gonna use it for my next flight
Just to stop the pain
f#cking with E and my ex, why do her t#ts feel like cellophane?

Well Imma get a Trojan for the horse
Maybe lay some pipe in your Porsche
We have the meats like Arby’s, can i take your order?
Can I take a pico south of your border?

Name’s Queefeazy, but you can call me Q
Pube hairdo like a fu manchu
b#tch hurry up and get the lube
Imma be snackin on the p#ss# like Scoob

When she cum, yell dabadabadoo!
I’m the nut buster, fill her up with custard
My dick’s last stand like General Custer
Yo, alright let’s flip the axis

Swimming laps on my ceiling, infinity pools I dip the baptist
Mixing and matching, no naps, wearing masks, thinking we ain’t the catfish
Mm, food, bending spoons like I’m fixing a salad
Mm that’s the new balance, hey, can I kick it?

Drive, Informatics, we climb the rhyme ridges
Too fly for fly fishing, the lyrics gonna give you the altitude sickness
Peddle to the metal, the rebels, we never settle
Together forming a regimen

Tongue of ice and fire, we got a war of the elements
So venomous, storing foreign intelligence
Bite of the serpent is poison into my eminence
Uh, watch us turn it around

Like the Pharcyde dropping, reversing the sound
Record labels on the table, we turning it down
Counting three little birds, ain’t no worries allowed
Yeah, word, yo

It’s Informatics, you know how it is
It’s the posse cut, represent
It’s about being yourself yo, doing your own thing
Keeping it real yo

My throat’s still so dry from smoking all this goddam weed
Uh huh, uh huh
Big up Informatics crew, you know what’s good
Rock on forever
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Release Year: 2006