Big Twan - 8 Iz Enuff (Demo Version)

Song Rating: 8.75/10

Song lyrics:

[Big L]
Ayyo folks who quote what I wrote get choked
You better surrender before you get smoked
You n***as be thinkin this kid is a joke?
I put chumps to rest fast when my Smith-Wes blast
So jus dash or trespa** and get your chest smashed
Rap New York rules, I sport j**els and extort crews
Dont get me pissed, I got a short fuse
I go bezerk when I put in work or do dirt, jerk
So stay alert, no smoke ‘cause these knuckles hurt
Im from the alley not the valley
Im hotter than Cali, wicked like Harry
And f** Sally, Id rather marry Halle
I revive crowds with live styles
Dont hang with jive pals
Adiós, ghost, Im five thous

[Terra]
Flave its always easy for new bait
Taken here to groove quake
Make ya more addictin than tube steak
‘Cause when I work a line, nobodys jerkin mine
So bring the noise an Ill poison like turpentine
This n***a Terra is past butter, sharp like a gla** cutter
Ass rubber, your rhymes left trash gutter
Ill leave chumps done, dont come with some junk son
‘Cause Im makin flave n***as cool for consumption
Im more rare, the MC in this warfare
Put you in a morgue where its too late for that lord prayer
Power struck, Terra drops the follow up
Sour luck, n***as got popped an swallowed nut

[Herb McGruff]
On the mic, I rip the scene right
Terra just caught wreck, so I guess I got the green light
n***as know about Herb McGruff
Im on some murder stuff
And when I talk every verb is rough
MCs are live but Im mad liver
Ayyo my rhymes are more funky than a African cab driver
Step to this an get sliced with ease
Ate up like rice an peas
(Herb can you fight?) Yo Im nice with these
Put up your dukes, then me an you cook raw
‘Cause I stand tall an kick a** like a football
Microphones I gotta tear
Peace to Big L, straight from hell
Im the f** up outta here

[Buddah Bless]
Ayyo, its time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic
Herb pa**ed it, now Ima melt the mic like its plastic
I rag crews ‘cause Im bad news
In a mad move Im servin brothers quicker than fast food
Step to this an get your body blown
‘Cause Im a no maricón for poems and slidin hotties home
Heres some advice, Im mad nice
Ayyo, Im quick to lick the mag twice
And cold take a fags life


My swellin melon got n***as gellin
Ayyo, f** bribes, Im takin n***as lives like a felon

[Big Twan]
Yo Im bustin chumps like a Glock ten, when I drops in
The top ten is rocked when its locked in
I just abuse the flow, dont need a fuse to blow
Bruise the groove slow, when I rhyme I just k** ya show
I got lines thats deeper than a jail bid
No frail kids get nailed and read Braille when they fail
Yeah and Im nasty, too nasty to trash me
Bash me, ayyo, thats dead, so dont ask me
Youd get bumped off if beef ever jumped off
I never come soft, I gotta pump thats sawed off
And when I let slugs out, you will get rubbed out
For dissin, youll come up missin, like a cub scout

[k**a Kam]
Rappers be funny like flesh ‘cause they sections say they slaughter son
Talk about nines an tecs an never shot a water gun
But k**a Kam I get erratic when it comes to static
There you have it, a trigger fanatic with a automatic
Increase the peace that cease ‘cause once I release
My crew from the east, we leavin at least
Twenty police deceased, its the beast on attack
So make tracks, I break backs
I jack with def gats an black macs
On Lenox Ave. aint no light looks, you fight crooks
Left an right hooks, if you front, get your life took

[Trooper J]
Im havin nail sharp pains in my brain like a hell raiser
Im blazin trails from jail cells, so a trailblazer
Who find crime and fill the nine with nothin but lead
Boom bye-bye then find another botty boy dead
In backyard alleys, but I call ‘em crackyard valleys
And I pack more rallies than riots back in Cali
And people wanna know the reason why I blow my fuse
Im in a daze and Im so confused
From seein heads shake so many times the lead make
And Mike Boogies next up to keep my head straight

[Mike Boogie]
I should never rhyme ‘cause every time I step into a contest
Kids evacuate the premises like its a bomb threat
‘Cause they know when I start droppin poems
That I be knockin domes, poppin bones and sendin n***as hoppin home
Word to God, its kinda hard for a fag to touch this
So if youre comin to see me, n***a, bring a cast an crutches
And n***as, I dont need a gun for you, none of you
‘Cause I can k** you dead with the lead from my number two
And its d**h in every paragraph
And n***as learn when I burn they motherf**in a** to ash
No need to question am I nice, ‘cause its a fact friend
I shoot the gift like Santa Claus with a mac ten
And n***as aint half as nice, so they get sacrificed
And sent to the afterlife, they aint no match for Mike
Now Im ‘bout to skate in a rush, just finished makin it tough
Peace to Big L, ayyo, eight is enough

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 22:11