Artist: The Beatnuts f/ A.L., Rawcotiks Album: The Spot Remix EP Song: Let Off a Couple II Typed by: jostmatt@bluewin.ch ( *cut up* ) (Let off a couple) --> Psycho Les [ A.L. ] I'm into stackin papers, I'm smackin fakers if they rappin haters I'm jackin bakers takin dough plus I'm crackin acres My throughts are intricate, magnificient, significant Infinite spittin it on behalf of those are innocent My tongue's a instrument, makin my larynx a clarinet Never to fumble or stumble, stayin away from arrogance The mic's a sacrament, I bring to life while you surrogate Lyrics are holy, I write this poetry in arabics So let's get head up, dead up, step up and you get wet up Up in a set up, you bleed for real, forget the ketchup And you can tell I'm proper, rap the planet while you sellin copper You cross my path I have you hangin from a helicopter Step in my world but I ain't down with hittin Blondie Livin with zombies got me starvin hungry like if I was Ghandi You try to set it, yo, I regret it, I'm fly poetic You die pathetic cause you sweeter than a diabetic Lyric historian, crown valet victorian Rap in memoriam, been doin it since the auditorium Visionary, missionary, you get the picture scary Squish you like berries, have your name in the obituary [ Psycho Les ] We got no feelings for ya We're breakin hearts, choppin breaks apart Technically we grab you with the state of art Let it start, pause your camcorder I fear we slam harder with this lyrical manslaughter [ JuJu ] Hey yo, I stay hustlin, bustin, I'm disgustin Only got a few friends and I don't even trust them Those cats who wanna see power I'm gonna crush em Affiliated, got all the work flowin through custom Frankly, better make your mark and enforce it Look at me, the end of my sleeves remain frosted I lost it, took the ball and ran when they tossed it Blind shit, not even care how much it costed [ Rawcotiks ] ( ? ) undercover and judges, druggin is rugged Jailtime walks in expensive halls Fast calls, killers and mad weight for high stakes Snitches behind gates will become shark bait Train pitch, you on my hit list, public enemy, different identity A chameleon towards civiliance Warfare political government affairs A madman who declares a share A piece of the action, a percent, yo, you gotta pay rent Or catch dent and facial gat imprints Man, even our seņoritas be carryin heaters Now how you gon' beat us or delete us You bunch of half-way achievers By ( ? ) appartment leases the dough increases Out of this world contact just like ( ? ) See, we keep pieces strapped on the waistline But too many jokers in the world of crime so now I keep mine And the sh... never mind, forget that Don't even sweat that Let me get upon this track and let the world relax