[Krumb Snatcha]
Longtown
Broadcasting live from M.I.A recording group
Krumb Snatcha
Another hit baby
Can you feel me?
This’s for all of my remarkable fellas and niggas out there
Come on, Beantown, Longtown
Everybody come on
[Verse 1]
Unstoppable, continuosly I keep knockin you …
Out the box from your spot, (?), lucky you
Shot you like shotta, original hip-hopa
Turn off like (?)
And now you welcome me back like Kotter
Holla if you hear me! (?) like my fam
Krumb Snatcha, be the man, originate masterplan
Jam like Jelly, because it seems like you’re ready (?)
Twelve ways to play my Alizé way like R. Kelly
Smelly like funk inside the trunk is the bodies
Your brother, father, sister and your little crackhead mommy
So don’t call me, you don’t know me
I’m the only MC with the flow that attach the hole like I was Tony [its def smth about a hole and Tony, but i dont get this one]
Break the Sony, asset (?) when I get all up in your ears
Break the Technics and blow up you brittle Pioneers
You better fear me, like my name is Wes Craven
Or all of y’all be bathin’ in hot acid in New Haven
[Chorus] 2x
Feel my ill flow like no
Other one that be rapping show
Don’t cha niggers know
Krumb Snatcha’s just remarkable
[Verse 2]
You’re very talkable for the person with no skills
You better chill or get folded like dollar bills
Cause we kill for pleasure, you can’t measure to the height
Then I expand at tonight so slow your Roll like Martin (?), aaaiight!
I crack skulls like pipes then take flight like Nikes
Reminding you on how I’m blinding you, taking your eyesight
The cataract tryna react then get relaxed (?)
In the coffin coughin’ blood under the mud that’s packed (?) [buried alive?]
My track record says there’s a method to my madness, try to match this
And get stuck like (?) and cactus (?) [I am not getting this one, but it’s about something that gets stuck on a cactus]
Cause the fact is a lot of mcs think that they’re the man
I knock the trees of their boots ayyo timber in their land [this is another shoe metaphor about Timberlands, but I’m not quite getting it ]
Understand?, the (?) blade decapitate your head like OJ
And now you’re depending on the state like you was O’Shea
In the project my target (?) marry ya
Thought you was a pit but wasn't shit but a terrier
I break your frame like a habit, you’re little maggot
Shit is tragic (?), I smoke at stage verbal black magic
I got to have it, use it trick like the rabbit
You don’t want no static but if you do
You better guard your cabbage (?)
[Chorus] 4x
Feel my ill flow like no
Other one that be rapping show
Don’t cha niggers know
Krumb Snatcha’s just remarkable
[Verse 3]
Your skills are unmarketable
Plus your style is unprofitable
And your body is (?)
So don’t open your mouth like (?)
Keep it secret like Vicky because you suck like a hicky
My fingers get sticky, like Onyx on the mic
Want a war with Krumb, I come to crash a rapper’s windpipe
Who in their right mind said y’all niggas can rhyme
They must be passing record deals out (?) the (?) line
It’s time to damage amateurs like I’m (?)
(?) a bar of soap, if not
I make this spot hot like (?) with one-liners
From Krumb Snatcha, the acoustic smash-miner (?)
You stepped on (?) but now you’re dashed like the seasoning
The only reason cause it’s Krumb Snatcha season
Ceasing your assets with classic material
Take away wack rappers that’s feeling lucky like the cereal [Lucky is a brand of cereal, I guess]
Arsenio Hall rappers won’t last my first flow
Tryin’ to count on my blow and catch a cerebral
Contusion, meaning a bruising on your cortex
And in other words, you getting stomped by my black[bear?] Gore-tex
Boots, I’m back by troops in camouflage
While your entourage is on trial for style espionage
Time to die hard like Bruce Willis, tryna get with this
You’ll get your shit [ISH backwards]... like syphilis
