Work It Songtext
von Kurious

This goes out to knowledge
Waking up the sleeping deer
And the solicit, the skin situation that
Freehold has going on with the overpopulation
With the talking ducks that quack amongst themselves
Until they′re disturbed by human intruders
And uh, we just kick back in the parallel thoughts of paradigms
Getting rizzum
With this explicit Tame-ism
Yeah


My arts and crafts, rip parts in half
With charts and graphs, explain how God go hard
On a different path, do the math, use a cheat sheet
Get to the total sum, if it's underground, it′s overdone
Despite what you like, stereotypes just ain't me
When I last checked the rap deck, they had Tame 3
Unacceptable, I'm the professional, rhyme the exception
On the rise, you guys are horrified by what I glorify
Nor am I giving a shit about anything you spitting out
Putting out, rocking and dropping
While you dying and lying to live it out
I kick about sixteen plus bars, I fuck stars
And who like some shit
Then send them back to the lab to write some shit
With a mic, this some Tyson shit
Before his breakdown in 2006
In his corner refusing to come out and shit
I could outspit your whole outfit
From your stylist to your mascot
I see the big picture, you still peeking at the backdrop
Yeah, it′s only fair

It′s wack whenever your song is on
It's wack whenever your song is on
Unlike mine, you should go away
It′s wack whenever your song is on
It's wack whenever your song is on

I upset rappers with subject matter
Pattern to get at them, no doubt, I bring the pussy out
Like a matter of Adam and Jeff, back in effect
With Tame Weezy, the game need me
Rapping for Newark over Parallel Thought CDs
Whatever you on, cut it out like coupons
The new Jeru Don that ride in the passenger side of Yukons
Any song I raise the roof on got street soldiers putting boots on
From South Orange Avenue out to Tucson
Tame put the rap in trap music
So either clap to it, or clock out
Lyrically, it′s a knockout


It's wack whenever your song is on
It′s wack whenever your song is on
Unlike mine, you should go away
It's wack whenever your song is on
It's wack whenever your song is on

More hardcore than before
So beef I devour like carnivores
Start and finish wars on lock like picket fours
Yo, I said that before, I said that
Take it back, take it back, take it back
I ain′t get my swagger from no other rapper, dead or alive
I look you dead in your eyes on an unconventional high
Wasted and faded, I go through basic training
Then make it, intoxicated
Damn near naked, making a statement
Allegedly, some celebrities want no parts of my recipes
Let them be, more for me
Shit, I couldn′t feel them on ecstasy
Better be proper, I leak heat like hot lava
The trick knocka, running through trees like witch doctors
The Brick City version of Big Poppa
One more chance, I'll flip my advance to spliff, spliff and lock the
Let me find out, Tame′s a male version of Amy Winehouse

It's wack whenever your song is on
It′s wack whenever your song is on
Unlike mine, you should go away
It's wack whenever your song is on
It′s wack whenever your song is on
It's wack whenever your song is on
It's wack whenever your song is on
Unlike mine, you should go away
It′s wack whenever your song is on
It′s wack whenever your song is on