Hip-Hopola-The Goats

Hip-Hopola (Explicit) - The Goats Written by：The Goats/J. D'Angelo/M. Boyce/W. Braveman/P. Ternay/M. Stoyanoff Williams/Joe Nicolo/Oatie Kato Ladies and gentlemen There are seven acknowledged wonders of the world You are about to witness the ow To the tic toc on my clock You know my swatch is tickin' A finger licking on my Fingers count the suckers vicin' Should I be wishing that I'm sitting while the others missin' The rhyme is hitting now I'm dissing all The suckers hissing the beat breaks So you know the beat is being broke I awoke to find another record being soaked Should I hope and take a chance at being ton loc Or should I freeze or in the winter wear a big coat I got it goin' so you know I keeps it goin' on The madd is flowing So you know I rocks it to the morn I'm steady tearing while the Others steady being torn the rhyme is forgone So you been forewarned I'll kick it quick And keep the point sharp like a drill bit I write the rhymes I write the rhymes I got 'em throwin fits Now you can wonder how I rock The mic so swift just ask king britt He'll say it's just a gift I'm clocking Props from the pops of the hip hops Non stop I'll never drop from the knock knocks Think not well a lot have fizzed to pop rock It's hard to cop when your socks are locked up In knots it's kinda crude kinda rude Yo like ain't it dude they fed ta food and Ya moved to a fatty groove yeah ya sued But ya lose 'cause they left ya nude it's hard To prove when you choose to ignite the fuse I'm scoopin' tunes like a spoon in some ice cream The punks feen what I mean is that they are unclean They steady bite being trite About some blue jeans I've never seen but I been around the scene I keep it silly kinda chilly When my tongue swings when I'm down I make a sound a kinda Ding ding I never sing But I bring a groovy thing To my group yeah the troop in which I cling If the jim it is inside Ya then ya know where oatie's at The funkee music junkee jonesin' For rhymes like it is crack Crack of either kind it is somewhat addicting Like the material greed and the dollars doing dickin' Sticking to the riffing of the money grubbers Picking if ya got outs ta sell then then ya just Hoe'ing and tricking not like halloween But like that little house in texas and here ya Thought a ho was just one of the sexes Record reps perplex us by signing The signers so this is a blurb For all those who carry a binder No pager no papes no Jism in the drapes no sam Goody shelving their cd's or their tapes Sticking to the hip hop like it's true as a smoker Watching the rise and fall of some vanilla faced joker We hear it from the green bloods we hear it from the duckers Who are selling outs to some wack rap buying suckers Ya got a little sick with a wheeze and a cough ya Took a step to the cliff Then ya tripped and ya fell off The goats are cuttin' throats traveling misogynic That's the way we like it funky frenetic