F*@# Wit' Ya Head!!

Ha yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

We in the B room

I wish I had the A room

KMD H2o and this is how we go

I don't really know but somebody said

Some musical rhythms can f**k wit ya head

Original recipe but not from Kentuky

Bunch of nilla a** niggas throwing bolos like Rocky

Pass the ism and watch a ni**a get risen

Witcha pen to the pad I f**k ya head up with this rythm um

With the phat sh*t that make your f**king hat flip

BackI can do the boogaloo black and then the full split

Swinging the f with H20 and KMD

Coming crazy mad looped for the ninteen nine three

So tap the bottom of my forty and then pass it

I'd like to take this time to say peace to the masses

We kicks the sh*t to put the rump in your trunk cause

We got the funk we got it

We got the funk and don't forget it

Taste the terror in ya area so check it

Gets more wreck than Larry Davis undetected

So pass the philly so a ni**a can get red

By the way some sh*t can f**k wit ya head

Some musical rhythms can

Back up Back up

Step back you dilly stunts

I'm illy more than once a day

I'm rolling phily blunts till I'm really a silly dunce

So don't f**k around

The X ain't glued tight

Oh yeah I'll tell ya something your drums ain't cued right

I write with the crude light beam from a street lamp

It's under the cherry moon

To me that's a cheap tramp

The drips from the bottle getting hit from the back kid

The OE poster model getting stuck like thumbtacks did sticker

I'm sicker than the black plague I'm quicker

To f**k wit ya head like hard liquor ooiiee

Cold spin the U-ey teks out the hatchback

Gooey be the bastards punch buggy black attack

I wish to be rich like daddy

But when I bite into a york pepperment patty I'm batty

I'm needing new frontier to conquor

Cause in rap there's more toys than Tonka

Like a tumor or a rumor I'm finna spread

Somebody said some musical rhythms can f**k wit ya head

I don't really know but

Somebody said f**k wit ya head

Check it out check it out check it out check it out

F**k wit ya head

Check it out check it out check it out who's next ni**a time out

F**k wit ya head

DL DL that's my name don't wear it out

And all do respect but get my dick out your mouth

Your fiending your fiending so I hit you with these d**e

Rhymes that I eject with the levels of the smoke

The boom to the dome when a physical reacts

I'm stronger than cooked coc*ine I mean crack

Not condoning the usage of drugs or drug abuse

The positive brothers with a charge who needs a boost

I pop mad sh*t cause there's enough to go around

I stay on the DOWN with a chick cross town

So all ya b**ch take ya pills if ya know what's real

And if ya know what's real all ya b**ch take ya pills

I kick the fat sh*t and make it hard to handle

If your bitin' on my dick it makes you a cannibal

Never simplistic always realistic

No you can't hit this so don't try the fit this

Check it

Let me bust off and dust it down with cement

Ni**a from the 12 f**king wit ya head

I'll Check it out check it out check it out

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Check it out check it out yo f**k wit ya head

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Check it out check it out yo f**k wit ya head

I'll check it out check it out f**k wit ya head

Mr Roc the cock blocker bullet blocker

With the tears I give ya fears I'm the eardrum knocka

Villian I knocked 'em out to the head

I used the 'chete so he didn't pull the bullet instead

He knew I was the man standing there

He ran with fear and I troubled there

I take ya girl NI**A

Ya jealous NI**A

I got the fellas and we're all running triggas

Me and my black rugged time machine

I bury kids teleport to dream

Have a seat yeah sit right there

In the electric chair so I'll cut off ya hair

Be out no you can't get no cash back

Ya get the back smack yes my boys crack on ya a**

Let me just slow down time

And make some musical rhythms that f**k wit ya mind

Check it out check it out

F**k wit ya head

I'm check it out check it out check it out

F**k wit ya head