Verbal Massage Lyrics

Verbal Massage lyrics

[ VERSE 1 ]



What could it be, y'all, massage oriental?



[Ang]-Fu-Young rhymin over instrumentals?



Never paid for ass, sent the geisha to the gogo



Verbs drop solid, stimmulate ya like a porno



I hit the mental on the [ ] rental



Used to stroke skins, to the [fredricks] I'll be gentle



Many tried the technique, gettin with the ill speak



Lyrically correct, even when I take a leak



So I zip my zipper, it's one for the gipper



Daily routine for the malt liquor sipper



So, how, did you get the verbals?



Mr. Prime Minister who used to give the herbals



Born, yes I'm born, you could say genetical



When it comes to concepts, you could say my head's full



Focus on the surface, not the shades of epidermes



Verbals from the Prime and Daddy Rich'll get you nervous







[ VERSE 2 ]



Blind man bluffin, mr. puffy puffin



The extra-strength lyrical soothin like a bufferin



I huff and I puff, and I blow you out the box, and



While the non-believers be the first people jockin



I climb and I climb up the incline, I push



I rhyme and I rhyme, then I push in the bush



Versatile like a ginzu, gentle like a Hindu



Foes try the suicide, jumpin out the window



Life's a bitch, but you can change the channel



What's a ball player if he ain't got a handle?



Verbs flow over the beats by the Nuts, and



If you got nothin, then your verbs'll get you somethin







[ VERSE 3 ]



I'm the verbal masseuse, quick to knock the boots



Came to shed light on the doubt with some proof



I go conjunction, junctions with the function



[Ain't the two-bit] with the Jerry Kooney-punch, and



1 to the 2, and the 3, and you're stuck up



Honest Abe Lincoln, and I ain't the type to suck up



To the hip-hop, drop a verse on the drum kit



Bring it to the Def Jam, and then release the fat shit



Figure I'm bigger, you better pull the trigger



I [ ] ya, and then I leave ya with the gravedigger



Then you might see me soup you up like a wanton



I soak up the knowledge, soak it up like a tampon



Original flavor b.c. Fred and Wilma



Cause yo, I drop my shit like the Long Don Silver



I stagger, the track is movin similar to turtles



It's fertile, I let loose the verbals