Say That

Lateef!
 And Lyrics Born
 You can't see them!
 One way - a mircophone works
 Checkin' suckas on the usage of vocal tones
 While the breaks be bangin'
 Cold shakin' ya homes
 Vibrations reverberatin give identification
 In meter Neter like Metu
 Leavin' Holes in your speakers
 Scold a brotha like Lateef - oh, that's a no can do
 The Black and Puerto Rican lyric deacon speaking the truth
 I'll make ya giggle like a tickle or a nipple tweaker
 I freak a style from here to Mogadishu - here to Mozambique-a
 >From here to Mount Zion I'm hard to reach when at my peak
 Of shinin' flowin' like a creek lava spicy like paprika
 That's neither here nor there
 Fully chargin' up the air - heavy sounds gettign thicker like the atmosphere?
 Ya gotta get up no it cuz we got watcha want - the
 Beats be fat like the factory Wanka
 Suckas keep bitin' like a gang of piranhas
 Ya betta come with it if your thinkin' is stronger
 The mindset couldn't be any wronger
 We roll deep swoll like the island of Tonga
 Don't even really need to rock the mic any longer
 So I stop!
 Pass the mic like I pass on the porkchops
 And it don't quit
 I say that to say this
 You can't oppose this
 I say that to say this
 Cuz if the clothes fit
 I say that to say this
 You're a hostess
 I say that to say this
 You're so sensitive
 All I said was simple sentences
 Premises was left as if the messages were venomous
 They are though
 Guess it's just my penmanshipt and how it moves
 Your torso
 Suckas steer clear of me like feminists
 Do carshows
 There's a little punchline for those of you
 Who love rhymes with those in 'em
 Hear it one time then you're finished with 'em
 Give you that nasty, tangy feeling
 Check it out
 Free rhymes for griots in Fiats and Klingons
 And wee tots with crayons and Koreans
 In Reeboks in kiosks at flea marts and peons
 That be on some feline shit
 Y'all like the FBI on some espionage
 Asking questions but my head's beyond that
 Be openly honest
 Y'all write ya'll own rhymes?
 Oh I doubt it
 I's dotted
 T's crossed
 Tell you what
 I make a song
 You take it home, you think about it
 Promise me with every opportunity you'll use the all illuminating eye
 Beyond the obvious buffoonery
 Defy the allegations and the rumory
 Be out the labyrinth the average imp's enamored with
 And you don't stop
 I say that to say this
 Cause with a closed fist
 I say that to say this
 Youc an't oppose this
 I say that to say this
 You're just bullshit