Stop Songtext
von Dialectrix

Smack ′em in the face like
What? What? What? What? What? What? What?
Nigga, what? We come through like a
Nigga, Tom (All right)

When my rap attacks mics with my battle axe slices are back
Sight for enemies like cataract blindness
And that in fact silences the fact, stick figures who brawl
I start on punks, you could call me Sid Vicious
Fictitious with the glamour and glitz, you're torn to bits
These fraudulent ornaments are stuck within a tournament
Of border kids, who shouldn′t try to contest
Not knowin' who they're fuckin′ with like a blind chick in bed
Because they′re seeming like they're
Unprepared, I got ′em runnin' scared
I send ′em back to their mother for tender love and care
A hard body rhythm rockin' kick drum and snare
Soft sweet shit′s bad for your health, gummy bear


(Stop) Because I'm settin' it off
Settin′ it off and givin′ people what they want, it's like
(Stop) Because I′m back in business
Back to give the masses the man of interest, so
(Stop) And, yo, I'm never gonna leave
I′m never gonna leave till I'm six feet deep, it′s like
(Stop) And if you thought I would go, it's like
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, no

Listen, it's fiendish, nah, they′re crackin′ up the tracks
I give and killin' adversaries with imaginary ammunition
It′s cataclysmic, it's massive and it′s happenin'
An energetically kinetic approach, my acquisition
Stop, because I′m 'bout to go and breathe the fire
I find a pre-designed style, son, and I redefine it
It's like I′m either tryna rock or get a piece of pie
They call me the opposite of chillin′ out with peace and quiet
This ain't a party track, I′m at war like Stalingrad
Bust until my lungs collapse, hear the nears like thunderclaps
I got it under wraps, mic shells are punchin' bags
Ask my son what he thinks and he′s like, "Bust it, Dad"


(Stop) Because I'm settin′ it off
Settin' it off and givin' people what they want, it′s like
(Stop) Because I′m back in business
Back to give the masses the man of interest, so
(Stop) And, yo, I'm never gonna leave
I′m never gonna leave till I'm six feet deep, it′s like
(Stop) And if you thought I would go, it's like
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, no

Yeah, yeah, I take to this like a duck to water
I′m thorough with it, while others
Are cheap, tacky and cuttin' corners
And people suffer trauma when I bring destructive order
Turnin' all your sons and daughters into number one supporters
Because I′m flauntin′ the raw like none other do
I bring it hardcore on a dumb sucker crew
DJ Bones is cuttin' on the ones and twos
Dope enough to substitute any type of drug abuse
How do I put it? I put it like all couldn′t
And talkin' the talk, pullin′, I'm walkin′ the walk
Butcher is cuttin' the beat raw, I push it around
Bullyin', rappin′ about rap, but fuck it, the boy′s good at it, so

(Stop) Because I'm settin′ it off
Settin' it off and givin′ people what they want, it's like
(Stop) Because I′m back in business
Back to give the masses the man of interest, so
(Stop) And, yo, I'm never gonna leave
I'm never gonna leave till I′m six feet deep, it′s like
(Stop) And if you thought I would go, it's like
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, no

Smackin′ the—feet
With both—hands—hands
Step away, son
What? What?
Nah, you ain't got—got—got the skills
Nah, you ain′t got the—step away, what?
What? What? What? What? What? What? What?
Step away, son
We make—made 'em all stop like the winner of a speed
Like the win—winner of a speed
What? What? What? What? What? What? What?
Stop—Stop—let a win—win or leave ′em dead
Dead in their tracks, it's like
Yeah