Dirt (feat. DJ Food Stamp & Slick Devious)
Smyth
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Before you cats ask if the art-a-fact you fossilized Land in the sand transplanted ostrich eyes You do not survive 'less you plot to dive a bit deeper Plop til you gotta lotta slop on ya t-shirt Inspectin isostasy kickin in the Lith tough Homogenous with NY Sicilian thick crust Then anotha clown drown in the verse busted Cause when I rock-it's-power, surf's up kid I used to be a Ray-ging Ottomatic Reggie Twister But Squidabbled from swishers, still a classy henny sipper, yet Only on December 4th I'll act a fool with it The other 364, it's ginger tea and turmeric I'm zoomin with the goonies thru the center of the earth Tunes can turn to movies thru invention in the words It usually don't suit me sniffin stenches on the turf So I packed up my bags and headed for the dirt Rooted in the grain, it's where I stay mayne Classics in construction, I grabbed a grey crane They YELN-AT-Smyth, but I don't hear the phonies Said I dig Zero holes, but I'm Hector Zeroni Like a braided pie I made earth's crust zig zag Layed top soil from a churned stuffed big bag You're Clyde Livingston's new suede shoes I'm how they look 162 games used Grimey emcees kick rhymes we feel So I'm El-P's 6th bar of Lie, Cheat, Steal Julius Hodge hit in the nuts from Chris Paul When Pokemon creators hear it, Muk must evolve Salim and Armando's attempt at a purge venture Aes Rock's target audience for his first effort Fungas Gnats, Beetle Grubs, Leafminers, Termites United by Future's prefix to the word sprite Stunk from the skunk and the gunk that's upon me And stumbled on a trunk full of game like Jumanji Funky cold menudo, judo chop to get my mojo back Appreciate the kudos, what it do though cause I need a stack I'm Jay Buhner with a tumor on my frontal lobe Funnelin bundles through a tunnel in the Thunderdome Prone to roll like a paranoid potato bug Escape the plug without ever payin for the drugs I'm not a thug but I will be 'fore the record spins Just don't check my record, ask my family or any friends If Many Men wish death upon 50 Cent How many people wanna kill you for a dollar then Hollerin' loud with mids up in the splee Slide into 3rd Bass, kick the Dirt off my cleats You ain't gotta search too far for Slicky D Crack open the earth and tell me what you see Spencer thank you for this, this is disgusting I am uh, in awe I'm about to puke my lunch up And... I'm putting it on right now Bye
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Written by: Brent Ellingson, Spencer Smyth
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