Diamond Shell Make `em Say Huh * Lyrics

Make `em Say Huh * Lyrics

f/ Kid Capri



* every "Huh" sounds like "Uhh" to me



[Kid Capri]

Yup yup yup yup

That's it, that's it, right there

Word, I like the way that's goin down

Aw man Diamond Shell I like the way this is goin

WORRRRRRRRRRRRRRD, this the Kid Capri yaknahmsayin?

And what we about to do right here

is get real funky on the downbeat

Yaknahmsayin?  My man Diamond Shell got it goin on

Diamond J got it goin on, yaknahmsayin?

And we come to this one to make you say huh

So give it up aight?  C'mon!



[Diamond Shell]

Check it

The rhymes that I write they're always heaven-sent

And if rhymes was physicals hey yo 

then mines would be 100 percent

Excellent, wreck shop like a battleshop

Top girls flock by the way that I rock

Shelly D, Shell for perfect on the microphone

I grab a rhyme, pick up the mic

Ham up and drive it home (HUH)

Rappers sweat the way I work a mic from here to there

You wanna flirt with the rap expert?  C'mere jerk

and catch a mouth full of medicine

Cause at rappin ain't no rapper better than

Diamond Shell (SHELL) the brother with the rhymes galore

(GALORE) I'm like (??) all that and so much more

(SO MUCH MORE) Like Elvis, the Shell I shake rattles n roll

(HUH) I've been shakin my rattle since I been one years old

(C'MON) Like Bruce I'm down, my skin is brown

Look out, it's Shelly D the baddest of all pronoun

So drown clown, I wear the crown don't frown

I might be slim but I'm the still the best pound for pound

(POUND FOR POUND) The way I bust brains when I rap blood rains

You'll feel the wrath when I strike with the mic staff

Shell swingin knuckles like a barroom brawl

One punch it takes to get your head flown, that all?

(AWWW HUH!) Yo faces get smackened, eyes get blackened

Ruffneck MC's look out, cause Shell's packin (HUH)

Come witcha gear, we can do this here

The only thing between me and you is thin air

As you stand and stare, your eyes filled with tear

your brain filled with fear, but you can't hide nowhere

Whatever your mission is stop and start listenin

Wreck shop on your moms and pops, the opposition this

climb like a climax, flip like an acrobat

Sharp as an axe I keep you stiff as (??)

Can you deal with it Gus?  Don't fight the fuss

Diamond Shell is takin heads like a bumrush (BUMRUSH), say



[Kid Capri]

Move to the side, say HUH

Everybody move to the side to say HUH

C'mon, slide to the side or say HUH

Everybody slide to the side or say HUH

Let me see you just sway to the side or say HUH

Everybody sway to the side or say HUH

and if not just step to the side or say HUH

Everybody step to the side or say HUH



[Diamond Shell]

Whatever made you think that you could deal with the

Diamond Shell supreme microphone wizard

I stick it to you like syrup, chew you like bubblegum

A group of words that describe me? (I'd say I'm umm umm)

Flawless, mistake free, the one to be envied

So make like Sam Cooke and yo, just send me

your best but make sure they're strapped and ready

Cause I'ma put their heads to bed

So send 'em over with teddies (Awwwwwwww-HUH!!!)

I'm fast like a sports car, sleek like a Porsche

Raps law maker, rhyme time's enforce (C'MON)

Yo, I got a badge and the number is one

I pop MC's in the microwave and they get done

When I grab the mic look out and be wary

And I can take more fronts than the tooth fairy

Put heads to bed quick fast like Mother Goose

Shell got gallons of juice, tell 'em



[Kid Capri]

Gonna make you say HUH, heh heh, huh!

Gonna make you say HUH.. UHHHH!

Gonna make you say HUH.. UHHHH!!

Gonna make you say HUH, UH-HUHHH



[Diamond Shell]

As I grab the mic and Shell starts to speak

My appearance floods the room with a certain mystique

Diamond Shell, large as the national deficit

When I wreck the mic I make a damn mess of it

Flippin, flippin I got the flippin style check it

I can flip a style just like a DJ flip a record it's

(FLIP IT KID) Shell, S to the H to the E

Down with the Lords of Funk, and my man Kid Capri

(HUH) My occuptation -- makin dancefloors smoke

If you talk trash or get smashed can get ya jaw broke

Yo, you know who's on your FM mode

Pumpin louder, and watch your box explode

I could never fall or timber, I hope you could remember

Diamond Shell's the man at hand, I was born in December

Always on the go, never movin slow

I make you dance inside your pants cause I'm a lyrical pro, so



[Kid Capri]

Gonna make you say HUH 

(Yo Kid Capri tell 'em one time what to say)

EVERYBODY SAY HUH!  C'MON!

Gonna make you say HUH.. UHHhhHhhh, make you say it

Gonna make you say HUH.. huh UHHHH!!  C'MON!

Gonna make you say HUH, UH-HUHHH