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    "Settle the Score" Lyrics

    Lone Catalysts

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    [ J. Sands ]
    You know what, man?
    A lot of people think they can rap, man
    You know?
    Think they be rhymers and all this and this
    Just because of what they got
    Just cause of what they drive
    But they don't understand, man
    This is poetry
    This is a artform
    This is what we do
    If you can't do it, it don't matter +what+ you got
    Check it out

    [ J. Sands ]
    Let me talk for a moment and discuss all the perimeters
    The real reason why MC's remain amateur
    Just examine the delivery and stamina
    Focus in like a camera, see what I'm handin ya
    Is the recipe, the basics and neccessities
    For those who's blessin thee, mic, but too aggressively
    Relax, man, let it come natural, feel the ecstacy
    When you're holdin the mic, you should expect to be
    In a mindframe that 'no one can stand next to me'
    Blowin spots is the destinies of the best MC's
    And the rest? Well, they settle for less
    Here's a 'classic example' like A Tribe Called Quest
    We got jokers in the industry who never paid dues
    Cause their cousin brother mother knew somebody who knew
    And you know how that goes, political, and it's critical
    The charts are full of MC's who lyrically are pitiful
    That's like sayin analog would sound better than digital
    Rap is outta control, this why this time is pivotal
    For us to make a change from the youngest to the oldest
    Humblin these cats who swear up and down they the coldest
    Frontin like they're boldest when they know they cannot hold this
    If you can't protect your neck then you just be head and shoulders
    I swear, cause these lyrics comin sharp like shear
    So put my name up in your mouth, I double-dare you, yeah

    [ CHORUS: J. Sands ]
    Yeah, some MC's are rich, yeah, some MC's are poor
    But none of that will be a factor once we settle the score
    So we can do it like this or do it like that
    Cause it don't matter where you're are because I bring it where you're at

    [ VERSE 2: J. Sands ]
    I heard some MC's want to get down
    Put your shit down and have a sit-down
    Forget the studio and the mixdown
    It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
    You clean like a radio edit
    You couldn't tell that the styles that I use are embedded like Dyanetics
    Rhymes on time like FedEx
    Alert the medics, it's about to get messy
    Dirty like an SP-1200, backdoor like alley hoops
    It's the way I enter ciphers, spark it like a lighter
    Freestyles off the top for herbs and rhyme biters
    J. Sands, focusin 360 degrees
    With my plans for revolution, for land and currency
    But for now I'm in the Pittsburgh streets
    In all the sections cause in my section
    I make moves like I was destined
    To be a visualser with deep thoughts perplexin
    Detection negative force in all directions
    Usin microphones to broadcast suggestions
    Of devil wizardry and black folk mysery
    MC's fallin captive because their skills are not adaptive
    I rock the East Coast and every city on the atlas
    You paranoid, actin all sheist around your boys
    Didn't use your own style, so you use the decoy
    Now you're shadowed by a character you cannot destroy
    Check your reflection, your whole concept needs an inspection

    [ CHORUS ]

    [ VERSE 3: J. Sands ]
    You can take it personal or consider this strictly business
    Allah's my witness, I got the knack for lyric fitness
    Have you duckin me like I was a Jehova Witness on your front porch
    You know the repertoire, kid, you don't want more
    Okay then what you run for, your ego's crushed, now you at the gun store?
    Countin your chances hopin for one more
    Sayin to yourself, 'I'm gonna get Sands', a slick plan
    You never shoulda thought up, now you gettin nada
    God don't like ugly so as you proceeded to plug me
    ????? Goretex boots and rugbies
    A 'frantic situation' like the Zulu Nation
    You shoulda used ???? they help you balancin your p.h.'in
    Snake type tactics, curse all those who practice
    If it comes around, then it goes around on the axis
    A powerful impact make your ??ass back??
    After no one will ever want to touch you like a cactus
    The law of the shady, be it and then you'll see it
    Reflected by three-fold from the way which you directed
    It, to put it simple, you just need to quit
    You just a mediocre rhymer but you still talk shit
    You just a mediocre rapper and you still talk shit
    It don't matter what your name is, you can still get dissed

    [ CHORUS ]
    This song was submitted on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Jason Rawls, Jermaine Sanders.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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