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Scurred Lyrics
The madstAttic Mixtape

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Title:

Scurred Lyrics

Artists:

JON?DOE

Album:

The madstAttic Mixtape
by unAuthordox

Added By:

Mental Stamina
added on June 27, 2004

HipHop Lyrics:

I’m just too flocking fresh when it comes to
Being flocking fresh- man I run crews
I see me as just the best, and I want you
To step into reality a minute and admit it
It’s another “won’t you please shut the fuck up while I’m talking”
Type of happy little tunes for you critics on the diddick
Listen, when you’re finished with the glans and the sticky little shit that’s on your hands
Maybe then, we’ll start the dance
You’ll curtsy first, then pleat your skirt
And I’ll nod in acknowledgement, then beat you worse
You decide if it’s fists or feet that do the hurt
JD close the coffin, JON?DOE drives the hearse
I defeat you jerks with sleight of tongue
You’re like, “I can’t believe he said that shit,” then you’re done
Cause in the company of men, little girls need to put away their pens
And spread the skins like a drum

Don’t be scurred now, y’all just tip toe off the stage
That’s my word y’all- I’mma serve y’all
Where’s your nerve now? Moss is giving J-DOE a buffet
I’m sure y’all never gonna come this way again!

See, heads gon’ roll when I step on swole
With a little bit of that Soprano breath control
It’s the James Gandolphini of the rap game, slapping
Bitch ass rappers, then kick back after
And watch the whole structure come tumbling down
We be bombing y’all suckers from under the ground
In a tiny little concrete box I keep stocked
With beats and breaks for when they’re shutting us down
Man, I’m tussing up clowns over wicked ass strings
And a kick that’ll kick your ass for asking
If it’s your turn to spit- I twist the tourniquet
It ain’t open mic night- this some pre-fight hype
If you’re a man then put on your gloves and start swinging
And I’m a surgeon, emergency scar slinging
You heard of me- the third degree murdering, bar bringing
Arch villain… the darkest archetype to spark a mic

Don’t be scurred now, y’all just tip toe off the stage
That’s my word y’all- I’mma serve y’all
Where’s your nerve now? Moss is giving J-DOE a buffet
I’m sure y’all never gonna come this way again!

I feel fine when the mic’s aligned with Tony the Tiger time
You’re on take 99? learn how to write a rhyme
And try to find a light to shine as bright as mine as I define
The type of hyper line design that sticks ya like a knife to spine
And drives ya blind- y’all can’t see this
Moss lit the heat under the track and now I feed it
With this e-lectro-magnetic type of pulse sustained
Ride it like a bullet train, deep into the dullest brain
Synapses snap as the snare drum cracks
Like a bullwhip- the crowd reacts and then attacks
No bullshit! I’m honest Abe on the stage
And the fact of the matter is you can’t come back
In three minutes or less I get your world undressed
See, if it’s a mess, a lickle girl, don’t stress
Dem know how fe chat, but it’s no contest
I’m a professional- Tiger Woods, I’m good!

Don’t be scurred now, y’all just tip toe off the stage
That’s my word y’all- I’mma serve y’all
Where’s your nerve now? Moss is giving J-DOE a buffet
I’m sure y’all never gonna come this way again!