Voss – Continental Breakfast Lyrics
Voss is gettin' reckless
Eatin' eggheads in a continental breakfast
Cause they are not authentic, guess it's
Like they rock a silver necklace, claimin' it's platinum
Aim at your faction so steadily
With no effort he sounds so heavenly
Each verse I make: pearly gates specialty
These rappers wanna .38 special me
I'll never be no chump nor victim
That's forbidden, my fans are morticians
They study what I killed, straight gore spittin'
Think not? You're trippin'
So...you better double knot your laces
To run in Voss' races cause I keep it movin' like Forrest when he busted off his braces
Face it, y'all might be good...but you're not the greatest
Rockin' this Lo shit like there's a horse on it
Fuck a shining star, I'm a full force comet
Too much for ya to ignore, stop it
Or I'mma shove it down your throat till it force vomit
Bulimic, opinion? Keep it
I didn't need it, say it's weak shit? You're lyin'
Denyin' this elephant that's comin' in your room
Is like a chick claimin' celibate with something in her womb
Vroom...eat my dust
Not too many people who can keep my trust
So, see I just keep tightenin' my circle
Cause jealous squares who inside of it can hurt you
Break that bond like it was faberge, that's the way
These bastards play you...but I'm like Cassius Clay
Stick and move, seen it comin' early like a matinee
Kill it till I pass away, no matter where my ashes lay
Bury me with my book...bury me with my book...
So what you wantin'? For me to get wanton
Stompin' beats till my art's macabre? Then get a coffin
Better than your top ten cause I'm not them
Voss pens ill shit and he'll spit hot phlegm
Nurses don't know what it's a symptom of
But when I'm in they office I be gettin' love
I think it was DJ Quik
Who told me MGD was a dope way to get a buzz
So I'm doin' that...or is this Amstel?
Oh damn well, dog I can't tell
Gamin' a chick named Chantel
Next thing, both our pants fell, now she's sendin' fan mail
One handsome devil like I ran Hell
But I keep shit cool like fan belt
You frustrated by this verse's lack of focus?
Could it be that I'm being too braggadocious?
Or could it be I have opponents that hear my raps get quoted
And are mad that they hadn't wrote it?
No question who can rap the dopest
Turn superstars to Average Joe Bagadonuts
Tiger style, this cat's ferocious
Every verse is a magnum opus
You could break my shit down and divide the lines
But these guys still can't equal half the quotient
I'm nice if you haven't noticed...
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