Hippa To Da Hoppa

My beats are slammin'
My beats are slammin' from the rugged programmin'
My man, Bob
Marley, hey, my man, '
I'm Jammin'
You could never touch the stamina, while
I'm rammin' the
Hip hop crowd makes me rrah rrah rrah
Other MC's got flipped with the ease
Beggin' me for mercy, stop the music please
No, 'cause
I'm a pro, rap to the convo
Make a crowd say hoe, at a strip show
Represent, my name is
Ason, keep calm
Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb
Boom, blowin' up niggaz, better than pullin' the trigger
So you betta run for cover
Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass
A forty ounce bottle, yo, yo, yo, money, yo, pass
Woo woo woo,
I sweat it live
MC gonna live
God? No, the nigga dies
The maximum of
MC's are populatin'
The minimum of those
MC's are dominatin'
Now all an' together now, to what, what, who?
Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo poo
Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa
Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa
Ahh, shit, here
I go once again
Rhymes get shitty from the time that
I spendI come old like toe fungus mold
Ask my grandpop,
Pop Duke gave my soul
Then I came with that old
Al Green shit
Sadie, taught me the ballistic
I get you blurry in your eye with a high note
Down to the
Brownsville, oops, you got smoked
The shit I'm droppin' is stinkin' up your area
When I shoot it through like a messenger carrier
I keep my breath smellin' like shit so
I can getFunky, baby,
I'm not havin' it
Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa
Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa
Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa
Hippa to da hoppa an' you just don't stoppa
Help, Master
Dragonfist
HorsefistBastard,
I didn't know who you were