Letras de Iraqi Verse

Yeah

I′m finished working on the project already
The hype prolonger, you couldn't handle the deadline
Your team wasn′t ready, you tried to pop direction
That wasn't your section, we looked over your chorus and your rap bars
Analyzed your music notes, happy ass keys
Made you softer than ever, rap some more you should never
I decided to listen, I turned the music off
Because the melodies were cotton candy, the music was soft
I heard too much panty liner stuff
Too much model and wack ass designer stuff, no masculine touch

Add a lesson, let the guy know his tracks is wack
You won't be back, disrespect your production
Producer credits received, the beats ain′t on the form
Now face the two inch reel, gettin′ warm
Drop the top of your head
Drum machine get smacked up beside your face
With a six pack of beer
I urinate on you Pro Tools mix in your ear
Yellow hats wearin' construction gear
Tear down the knobs off the Manley

Set the Focusrite on fire
You better call the cops and hide behind the Stanley
Studio booked up, New York power play, Unique try to ban me
Type of guy to bring Texaco gas in the vocal booth
Light a match, burn up your whole family
You just a big talker, you′re not a man to me
Pull the wires out the back of the amp
Defecate on your drum pads with a maxi
Brown sheepskin, black execution mask
Blast out your Yamaha speakers, shotgun I missed three

Other speakers, I got one
With Great Danes, chewin' out your amps
You won′t be able to duck for long
See niggas in summer camp, with ministril cramps
Watch the black afro on the corner with the Huggies
With the diaper rash around your pelvis
Drivin' a green Volkswagen buggy, you know muggy
Seven for seven, orangutan baboon face
From Baltimore, Maryland, notorious comin′ up the turnpike
To move your SSL board out to Richmond, Tony pissman

In a station wagon, your engineer's scared to mix the record
Down, next to my cousin Bucky
Just eight other computers destroyed
The B room is still there, your clients are lucky