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letra de can it - flying pupa

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[intro: ocean (of natural resource) and pumpkinhead]
pumpkinhead: haha. yeah, yeah. natural resource, pumpkinhead. heh
ocean: yo, this is caca
pumpkinhead: sh-tty
ocean: man, f-ck this sh-t
pumpkinhead: sh-tty. hahaha
ocean: yo, ph
pumpkinhead: what’s up?
ocean: i don’t understand these cats sometimes, man
pumpkinhead: me neither
ocean: i don’t know what to do with them. i could sh-t on ‘em
pumpkinhead: sh-t on ‘em

[verse 1: ocean (of natural resource)]
yo, this is caca. man, f-ck this sh-t
i’m surrounded with a species made from feces
their tracks sound like -ss, their raps sound like -ss
they need to get blast ‘cause they make me p-ss gas
flatulate on ‘em, straight defecate on ‘em
sh-t on ‘em, drop and cop a squat on ‘em
don’t warn ‘em. no alarm
‘cause after their written freestyles is done, it’s on
that natural resource ship’s about to lift off
i sh-t on emcees and leave them p-ssed off
i get off like sperming
sitting on the toilet bowl, writing and squirming
you gave me diarrhea—now my -ss is burning
why you up in my business like you got a permit?
‘cause, on the real, i can grab some toilet paper and wipe my -ss
‘cause the way that i’m making you sweat
i could use that same tissue and wipe off your brow
‘cause, nowadays, nukkas stay up in my sh-t
every place i go, they’re up in my whip
if they’re not not up in my whip, then they’re up in my lip
they might as well be cupping my d-ck
but that’s the price that you got to play when djs are loving your sh-t
i feel like rubbing some cl-t. ok, that is not needed
so let’s get back to these sh-t stains of which i just secreted
pardon me, y’all. i’m weeded
but if they’re hotter than us, then them motherf-ckers cheated
if you want the real-to-real, then you best to listen, pops
we got these other rap cats out here, sh-tting rocks
if it’s not ill like the chickenpox, then it’s not (not)
the hot sh-t we drop in the litterbox
still, we’re not (not) gonna let you in
because your dumb -ss didn’t knock. you didn’t knock

[hook: pumpkinhead] (x2)
if it’s hot, it’s hot. if it’s not
can it, godd-mn it. makin’ records all across the planet
if you can’t understand it
we pack shows like m-ss transit and “control” like janet

[verse 2: pumpkinhead]
pumpkinhead, the illest cat on the rap scene
what you don’t know: i hold flows like canteens
scaring the sh-t out of emcees like a bad dream
me, ocean, what? what? on this track tag-team
it’s a sad thing that your rap is dull and mine has mad swing
and i’m laughing at what your -ss bring
put your -ss in a sling. makin’ records
making moves like fred berry—what’s happening!!
it’s rap shattering, bruising, battering. ain’t no battling
too challenging. i got you up a river with no paddling
if you got a headache, take some aspirin
and if the bed break, it’s ‘cause your girl was straddling my manly thing
i’m like a linebacker, tackling rappers babbling
o.b.s. up in your rest like wall-to-wall paneling
beats, b-ss, 808s, kicks, snares crackling
over the tambourine. i’m orange like a tangerine
so, to me, your jibber jabbering is obsolete
when i start my dibbling, dabbling
i’ll have your whole crew panicking, bouncing like a trampoline
screaming, “d-mn, this man is mean”
quick to burn you like gasoline or kerosene, bruh
my rhymes damaging, bruh
break legs like eggs before scrambling, bruh
and what you handling, bruh, is straight rambling, bruh
yo, you wack (wack). straight up. like that

[hook: pumpkinhead] (x2)
if it’s hot, it’s hot. if it’s not
can it, godd-mn it. makin’ records all across the planet
if you can’t understand it
we pack shows like m-ss transit and “control” like janet

[verse 3: what? what? (aka jean grae) (of natural resource)]
i watch the skyline, hang in the frame and walk streets
and stalk beats to maintain my main aim:
to wet your whole block—got these n-gg-s calling for rain
it’s summertime, y’all. we call for something to tame
the savage beast in us the beginnings of all things
from life to hip hop, we drop the science of kings (and the queens)
brothers be calling my sh-t “the head knocker”
i’ll rock to get your clique open down in osaka
the top-notch hopscotch over compet-tors
you ready for metaphors that are better than yours?
then think twice. what? double-edged verbal knife slice
i’m raw, the vice grip ‘round a mic and a cord
to slip never. too clever with the word in a phrase
a pen and a page and bound to leave the crowd in a daze
the last dragon enter the stage and blaze sh-t up
fade to black but always leave the microphone lit up
-ss-ssin, professional action, word-blasting
no capes and mask but wax and a p-ssion
smashing emcees, sledge-hammering weak sh-t
i freaks it on some incredible sweet sh-t
unique sh-t, dripping lines, spitting, track-ripping
written to stay hitting y’all, verbal shot-licking
stay in the hot kitchen, whipping y’all to submission
position tight, what? coming like a thief in the night

[hook: pumpkinhead] (x3)
if it’s hot, it’s hot. if it’s not
can it, godd-mn it. makin’ records all across the planet
if you can’t understand it
we pack shows like m-ss transit and “control” like janet

[outro: dj aggie and pumpkinhead]
pumpkinhead: hahaha, yeah. natural resource, pumpkinhead collabo. haha. rock steady, j-pan. rock steady, j-pan. it’s like that. hah. yeah, yeah. o.t. in the place to be. hah. yeah, yeah. yeah, yeah. we’re gonna take you out like this
dj aggie: yo, this is dj aggie of natural resource and i’m chilling with dj yujiro. club harlem in tokyo. that’s how it go. ha. makin’ records. ha. makin’ records. ha. makin’ records. ha. makin’ records. ha

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