See Spot

SEE SPOT
Midfall Drive, 2007
Lyrics by: Air-Stan

Verse 1

See Spot
See Spot Run
See Spot lyrically rampage puns
See Jane
See Jane greet me
See Jane moan as I pleasure her completely
See Jack
See Jack acting hardcore
but See Jack Freeze when I ask him what his hearts for
And While he's fucking up our artform
We tell it like it is
Cuz you should only act thug if thug is how you live
You better Sit Back....

I heard your single, yeah you wild a bit
Its like sprinkling sugar on a pile of shit
When your style is bit
You go from gentleman to feminine
Verbally placebo with irrelivent medicine
And can't touch this original
Fresh individual
Destined to give my all, blessed with the lyrical
Skills to kick it funky with minimal hastle
Im grippin microphones like soccer moms and ritalin capsules
All while your sound lags daily as you clowns brag
Acting more ghetto than a 40 bottle and a brown bag
We know your secret...dumbed down and sugar coated
Like any half decent chump around could have wrote it
A simple motive to a sound without a lesson plan:
Turn up the beat to turn down our attention spans
With every breath I can manage from my wind pipe
I'm itching to kill mics with knowledge and the insight
Proving in unison, legitement flows
Circle in your ears like cinnamon rolls
As you serve the back, what you drop won't apply
In a world full of Jacks I'm a spot till I die


Chorus:
Go
Go Spot Go
Go
Go Spot Go


Verse 2

See Spot
See Spot Run
See Spot verbally explode like a shotgun
See Jane
See Jane leave me
She caught me red handed cuz pimpin aint easy
See Jack
Hey jacks getting paid full
But two weeks later Jacks dropped from his label
No bitter and ungrateful
He's had it with this biz
Cuz you can only stay Fresh if Fresh is how you live
You better sit back

At the pivitol time
The most rivetting rhyme
Tickles your spine
While imprisoned minds get released
in these visions of mine
The blank face nemesis fists clinched but effortless
Upon the microphone I leave kids expressionless
Thats why I'm dropping these
Lyrical prophecies
One in a million like lottery
Taking over like monopoly
I've been known to make you weak in the knees and your head sore
A funky little kid with the style that you sent for
So ya'll copy like 10-4
I drop rhymes like your moms titties on my headboard


Chorus 2
Go
Go Spot Go
Go
Go Spot Go

Sit back
Sit back
Sit back
Sit back