Makin' It Blend Testo

[Q-Tip] Uh... Abstract, queens cat, what we lookin at? Sixth sense, too immense, smellin is the fact Out here, you got your shiesty cats yappin back bosom track Until we take it back, you pro'ly won't be feelin rap [Wordsworth] WORDSWORTH, brooklyn night, what it lookin like? 5 senses, 9 inches, 5 foot in height Out here, you got you're ?crooks and hikes, shook and sheist?, look alike Payed off the books from dice, good lookin and hookin tight HOOK 1 [both]: *"the beat" scratching in* Us, you, they and them YO.. her and him We make it blend I say we makin it blend YO... *Q-Tip* uh uh uh uh uh uh Us, you, they and them YO.. her and him We make it blend I say we makin it blend YO... *Q-Tip* uh uh uh uh uh uh [Q-Tip] Back when I came out, first joint I hit it out New styles to talk 'bout, new ground to walk about Still breakin shit wit the hammer of thought god Bigger than ass god, hittin your ass hard Act it out cause there no time to word shit You never win wit wordsworth the word smith [Wordsworth] The verse gets tighter every second the earth twists Heard its Q-tip and Words you had to purchase Refer this, now wait a minute, what's that I heard skip? Nerves twich, play this so much its prob'ly a ?learned disc? On purpose, at your service, basement to service Learn this, how can you rehearse something that's perfect? [Q-Tip] Isn't it funny when you use your favorite pen And get your rhyme pad write shit that's truly bad? Embarrass yourself, make a buck and mockery In the hipocracy, you never toppin me I'm the monopoly and jail is your ?catoponese? of unfair policies Invade your rotten "B", you hit the lottery Women, you spottin me, I'm extortin you upon your ?matrobotomy? [Wordsworth] Aiyyo it gotta be the way I respond that makes you on to me Song hittin award winnin, y'all just the nominees Play it safe, I'll arrange your wake My papermate will have my lable-maced album released a later date Police patrol the city 'til I'm as old as 50 Hat back, clothes won't fit me, causin fire, old won't frisk me My hands are ammunition bailin cons or banned in prison I'm who you wanna be blowin out your candles wishin HOOK 2 [both]: *"the beat* scratched in" Makin it, makin it blend YO... makin it blend 3x Makin it, makin it blend Make, makin it blend [Wordsworth] Yo, I like a woman wit a bangin body, the face and frame of Halle Attitude - angry, snotty, speaks slang and cocky Time to hangin gotta bring a posse Through rainy days she got me, like Whitney stay wit Bobby [Q-Tip] Yo, your cake is in the kitchen, you wish for preminision It's turned around by my firm thoughts of demolition It's time to numb your run and dim your vision It's time to give up the hopes and dreams that made your aquesition [Wordsworth] Ain't gotta drop top dag clothes and roll the 60s But after shows, ladies drop tops and show their titties Of course the globe can't oppose, it's risky Or even go against me, I'm WORDS, so everytime that you flow you spit me [Q-Tip] We in the asphault, you cause your last fall Insult to injury is where we curse the salt Douse the open wound to the tomb Its time to sit back and watch professionals in full bloom HOOK 1 more scratchin til fade out...