world’s famous lyrics – beatnuts

(it’s not really spanish all the way
but it’s more – afro-spanish)
(you’re listenin to the world’s famous)
les starts to rip sh*t
beatnuts makin crazy noise with some hip sh*t
24-track, e.q.-ed to attack
pump mo’ watts than any radio shack
black, i stick to bein ruff and rugged
anti-pop, i guess i’ll stay broke (f*ck it!)
a crazy hispanic, psycho les panic
nah, not me, i just pull the automatic
out the knapsack, and cold point it
blast ya, and leave your punk-*ss disjointed
yo, i ain’t goin out like a punk
nothin but fat rhymes and beats for your trunk to pump
i make you wanna jump like kris kross
(beatnuts gonna blow up!) slow down on that crazy horse
my hand’s tied from the mic it holdes
i’mma jet up the block before the record shop closes
v.i.c., droppin styles you ain’t used to
nice with the lyrics, when i produce i get looser
beats i got plenty, they come a dime a dozen
i got more beats than puertoricans got cousins
diggin every day, i’m the breakbeat doodle
i got the funky sh*t, ask my main man ju-ju
jump in the trunk, we audi on a mission
(guess where we’re goin?) philadelphia, beat-fishin
there’s always one store n*gg*s always get stuck on
i know a lotta spots that are ain’t puttin ya up on
find your own beats, you’re a real snuffalaf*gus
lazy m*th*f*cka, you’re always b*mmin off of us
you know there’s no one finer
diggin for sh*t from here to north carolina
the name is v.i.c., it’s time to dilly-dally
first i hit texas, then i’m ‘goin back to cali’
ju-ju, the true blue funk n*gg*
ill with the grooves, it’s the real beat-digger
(buyin old records is a habit) –] diamond d
but if i can’t afford to pay, i’ll bag it
you can laugh and joke, but you’ll never see me smile
ruff and rugged, kickin the hardcore freestyle
flavor-filled funk, bust the way i word it
punks who pop junk, kid, tend to get murdered
not a violent kid, though
prefer to freak the flow, check it
loop a funky 45, and i’ll wreck it
face it, here’s somethin to make you jump around
(jump around!) and ‘get down, get down’
honeys always sock me tryin to get my attention
flexin, schemin on the carmel complexion
ju-ju, the beat man, under god’s protection
beatnuts makin moves like a mob connection
gonna send this one out

/ beatnuts lyrics