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[ar:Dirty Heads]
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[00:00.00]Antelope (Explicit) - Dirty Heads
[00:00.21]Written by：Dirty Heads/Stan Frazier/Steve Fox
[00:00.43]Well
[00:00.96]My
[00:01.61]Half bread
[00:01.99]Might be
[00:03.05]Warm a little to low
[00:04.28]You're too slow
[00:04.93]What the f**k do you think that you know
[00:06.92]I do so and every rhyme that I spit is just so crucial
[00:09.47]Like metamucial I kill some rhymes that I'm used to
[00:12.05]You park so high and mighty
[00:13.47]But I'm not mighty high duddy smoke you out with w**d and leave
[00:16.30]Your mouth f**k king dry
[00:17.50]Cuz some of them rappin' clappin' laughin' always beer tapping f**k king
[00:20.34]Dorkette slapping be ridiculous at how I'm trippin is all I'm thinking is
[00:24.19]This is the best mc that can you can find I shine
[00:26.61]Like some moon through
[00:27.21]The pine yo and even if you were wine I'd still stay d**e up
[00:30.78]With my line
[00:44.14]Well if you general brealbre then roll with the style the duddy b smoking
[00:47.57]Cali green leaf till I die b leave me alone when
[00:50.69]I'm chilling in my home
[00:52.08]Yo I'm smooth like a schwin and I shine like the chrome of
[00:54.71]It's fender remember this microphone defender return your
[00:58.07]Sh*t to sender cuz no one wants to hear
[01:00.10]It yo your lyrics are weak and yes your spirits meek
[01:02.40]And you're an ignorant mother f**ker yes it shows when
[01:04.86]You speak your a wicked disappointment your rhymes
[01:07.09]Need some ointment the crowd at
[01:08.73]Your shows always laughing and pointin' leave and blew it my boy has
[01:12.87]Been groovin' and I'm still back stage just smokin' and boozin'
[01:15.74]Confusing the sets save the best for my choosing I'm choosin' the rest
[01:19.93]So you're loosin'
[01:32.10]Well don't forget about the down and dirty southern cali flow just open
[01:35.21]The melody and let the rhythm go I'm hoofing up the track
[01:38.50]Just like a bouncing antelope and soften up your skoal just like
[01:41.56]A ripened cantaloupe because the west
[01:43.41]West
[01:43.78]Coast
[01:44.11]Coast
[01:44.36]Knows how to kill it and yo and y'all
[01:45.99]Y'all
[01:46.23]Know
[01:46.52]Know
[01:46.90]When it's time to feel it yo we make it right
[01:49.08]Make it right
[01:49.51]So we up all night
[01:50.31]Up all night
[01:50.88]Until it's tight
[01:51.51]Until it's tight
[01:52.25]Until it's tight
[01:52.85]Until it's tight
[01:53.44]A bohemian rhapsody
[01:54.48]These syllables after me
[01:56.18]With lyrical chastity
[01:57.28]And verbally blaster me
[01:58.99]The illest we have to be
[02:00.20]With musical masterpiece
[02:01.52]So come on and clap with me
[02:02.94]So come on and clap with me
[02:04.33]So come on and clap with me
[02:05.56]Just come on and clap with me
[02:06.84]So come on and clap with me
[02:08.04]Yo just come on and clap with me
[02:20.54]Once upon a time in the neighborhood
[02:22.57]There was a little dirty boy that was up to no good
[02:25.07]He had a chip in his tooth and a mic in his hand
[02:27.78]He had a dirty a** head from the beach and the sand
[02:30.55]He said I just got out of the water and I'm late for school
[02:33.39]I asked duddy to skip and he said that's cool
[02:35.99]So we went to the liquor store got ourselves some magnum rollin' down
[02:39.32]The street ya you know we brown bagged them
[02:41.65]With the 50 s on top and the 20 s on bottom said
[02:44.16]We rollin through
[02:44.65]My hood ya you know we got em sucker mcs wanna battle me
[02:47.98]But that's okay I tell em don't f**k around because we don't play
[02:51.94]I sang rock out with my cock out I got balls of steel
[02:54.66]Hear me clanking down
[02:55.56]The street like a bag of beer
[02:57.27]Said the dance off session gonna start right here
[03:00.00]Dirty b grab the wheel cuz I can't steer
[03:02.58]You got 20 inch rims and they spinin' when you stop
[03:05.36]Said I don't give a f**k
[03:06.71]Kill it when the beat drops
[03:08.11]Cuz that's what I respect to all you knuckle heads and derelicts just jammin' down
[03:11.32]The sound with the syllables and intellect
[03:13.49]Maybe not the intellect but syllables are clean and I leave you
[03:16.84]In the desert with an empty canteen while I'd be rippin trojan in the gallapagoes
[03:21.21]And I'd be pickin' foes like I'd be pickin' the fro
[03:23.96]And all you chicken head hos that come to pick at my shows
[03:26.29]You got to go