Dilated Peoples - Rework The Angles Lyrics
* also featured on sway and king techs this or that[a.g.]Check it out nowI work the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocketElectrifying like a live socketHit em with all flavors, yupWe tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, Im talkin papersOr keep it realer, and see me on a iron caterpillarOn point like a killer, plus ready, to deliverType gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip itCritics dig my style cause I write different, no hypeI just kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get itI shine like the ice when I hold mics, everytimeGot every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what?They so right, you get stuck, Ill go twiceLit it up when I blow mics[evidence]Show mic precise, require sacrificeThats no hassle, the master got more loops than lassosYall hear me? they all conspiracy theoriesWorthless, like testing ev defeats the purposeSince the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive womenBreakbeats and windmills on concreteCovered by cardboard, seafloor to skylineBottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shineThats right sometimes I get so hypedI feel like diamond d the best producer on the micI aced this -- most punchlines are tastelessRegular, average, mediocre, makeshiftTo all my djs, with skills you got a lottaThis aint on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hottaThe method in this game theyll have you drained and stranglesDont go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles[defari]Dont sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like sehornLiquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeformOf energy, mentally fit to last a centuryLike centuries, one double-zero translate to victoriesYou kiddin me me? come wack thats not my historyKidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember +misery+?Lyrically youre skatin out of controlWork the angles round the globe, from newark to south poleIts so cold that mcs catch pneumoniaIm airborne, from l.a. to barcelonaI rock heads from pomona out the bronxDrop the sure needle contact, now watch me launchDjs, you jugglin, that means Im bubblinDefari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderinPicture me fumblin or droppin the ballThats like picturin guy without that nigga aaron hall[iriscience]Well if a brother gets the best of meAint no use in sniveling and blaming the referee***** that, I strip the mic with tenacous dKick it up to evidence, yo kick it out to me!Line up the three, trifecta stroked properlyRocca, I work the angles triple opticlyThe hip-hop multi-beat real monopolyMy g is god, whats your g for, geometry?This man of war beats cold on the seashoreAn deeo enough to take it to the sea floorEvery single beat bangs like a c-4We drop beats, why you asking what the beat for?The spitfire fighter dilated entityIm learning shockers like shockra building energyWhile barbershops sipping henny like the kennedysIm always been independent, thats word to beni bIts guaranteed[xzibit]Make t-shirts and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spotNaturally, me and my faculty never play with thisI used to love h.e.r. too, but now I *****ing hate the *****Shes sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whipsBut thats alright, because all she do for me is pay the rentAnd keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my coolActing a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd moveTowards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you dilatedHotter than satan, the repeated parole violationsXzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty angelsHow the west was won: with microphones and turntables
