Mc Breed Cleverness Lyrics

Cleverness Lyrics

f/ Jamal, Chuck Nyce, Passion



[ VERSE 1: Passion ]

I be the P-a-crooked letter-crooked letter

-i-o-n, and it don't get no' better

I be legit, like E-40 I'm sick wid it

East meets West, I make it 'southernplayalistic'

I be doin this without strugglin

You wanna be down like me like Brandy

I demand the phony MC to hand me

The mic, I spark it up, I do whatever

Wanna-be MC can get your style severed

By this terrorist lyricist, you will believe

Flinttown and Brooklyn, Passion and Mr. Breed

Number one big ballers, player-haters get deceased

Fuck peace and compromise, it's do-or-die in the East

You don't wanna see Def Squad, we dangerous like Too $hort

We burn mics like blunts and light the stage like Newports

See, lyrical-I believe in eye for an eye

And for them wack-ass niggas, see, I predict genocide

The unfuckwittable MC, my golden touch be king like Midas

The lyrical death certificate writer, my style's the tightest

Step up and play it hard, and get your whole style scarred

See, I be on Southern Avenue and Lindon Boulevard



[ CHORUS ]

Cause I do this without strugglin

When I bless this

Many wish to be as crisp

Never mind

Cleverness

Bitch				(2x)



[ VERSE 2: Chuck Nyce ]

Young Chuck and I makin a come-up like throw up

No luck, I been fusin, waitin to blow the fuck up

Like napalm, back, legs and arms explode

Like pipe bombs, so ring the alarm, it's on from dust to dawn

Landmines and trip wire 

Cover my entire front lawn and four rottweilers

Prowlin the premises, and hop the fence 

And get that ass crucified like Jesus, believe it

I stays weeded and smokin MC's like seedless sativa

Battle to travel through valleys of lost 

and dead MC's and never got defeated

MC's retreated once the battlefields got heated

My projectile heat-seeking missiles

Check it, I'm settin it off and representin these Flint niggas

Street gorillas, drug dealers, sushi dinners

Sippin quart, I'm blue with a twisted lemon

Weed, twisted swishers, we split it and fill it 

We fill it, lick it, then seal it

Then lift it to your lip and ah - feel the effect 



[ CHORUS ]



[ VERSE 3: MC Breed ]

Now this is bein done for you non-believers

I'm bringin bats, bitch, machetes, gats and cleavers

Now which one of y'all wanna come see the B-r-double

I'm ridin, nigga, and you can run and ask T-Double

I run sport like Berry, but big balls like Jerry

And it's gon' take more than phone calls, nigga, to scare me

My infrared got a date with your head

And my beat'll getcha after I fill my clip with lead

Bloodshed ain't shit to me, most of this shit is meant to be

In an infested society, physically and mentally

Follow through with basic instinct, nothin superstitious

Many await your downfall, so clown all bitches

I got my riches from the streets

So when it comes to streets I get my eats, props to my peeps



[ CHORUS ]



[ VERSE 4: Jamal ]

Look, I beez Mally G the villain

Kill your whole scene with the guillotine shotie

Aim it at your body

Look, I spit the lead till your bodyparts spread

Now Passion got it, the red's dotted, spotted on your head

Stand still, see the blood spill 

I ain't bullshittin, muthafucka, on the reals

Run it, I got the gat, I'm about to gun it

Son, it don't matter, I'm leavin your crew clueless like 'Whodunnit?'

Fuck it, got me on some iller shit

Bestow upon you the power to move, so I can blast, kill you, bitch

Ask which ass MC's (fuck you trick-fleas)

Claimin you real, that shit came with your deal

I speak from the heart, freak tracks apart

With insane lyricism - off the ism

-atic auto-tactic the show flows

Illadelphiadic, who the fuck want the static?



[ CHORUS ]