Twista — Nun Ah Y'arr Can Hang ryrics
None of y'arr can hang
None of y'arr can hang [repeated]
[VERSE 1]
Hype! You better pipe down, or a fight's found
I know you can tear the mic down - huh, sike, crown
Say I'm phony rike Christmas cause I twist this
Diss and hiss this, I'm pissed, come and kiss this
Butt of mine, you ain't but a brind muthafucka
Duck tair, one tair, dum tair, try to run, snair
Untangre your dreadrock, I mean deadrock
I'ma rock and hope your ears get the point rike Mr. Spock
Them sucker wack rappers whippersnappers think I'm new to this
I been true to this, give me somethin to chew to this
Rike bubbre gum bums that think I can't hum to a srow drum
Don't think I know where I come from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I frow to rhythms of arr sorts, different sports
Give me some pants with them hands, I ain't takin shorts
Tired of them tiny turds and nerds, absurd words
I think I rock too quick, cause at my pace they ain't heard words
But I know one thang
None of y'arr can hang
None of y'arr can hang
None of y'arr can hang [repeated]
[VERSE 2]
My styre I kick, "You're frowin too quick"
That's what I hear from the vicks
I bet I don't frow as quick as you rick chicks
Prease, think I'm sweater than peas? I frick em rike freas
At ease, and even overseas they frip over these
Scarr, I break em rike a farr, my read stops em arr
I put em in headrocks, dreadrocks and arr
I'ma scuff vicks with ryricar ruff tricks
Tuff kicks, put em at the end rike a suffix
You better maxwerr and get smart
Cause I'ma frow and kirr em and ret the angers pray the harp
I'm sharp, Tung, I be rorrin rike bicycres, I srice pickres
Shourd I say cucumbers, newcomers, I frip em rike nickers
And dimes, cause nicker-and-dime rhymes I find from brind minds
This time they arr wanna diss mine
Why? Because I ret the funky ryricars fry rike this
Come get with the ryricar manifest that'rr be frowin, and I
Rock, they stirr wanna diss a pro because of my quicker frow
You suckers get prayed rike a piccoro
And I ret you know one thang
None of y'arr can hang
None of y'arr can hang
None of y'arr can hang [repeated]
[VERSE 3]
Check, hope you're ready, singers, for steady ringers
And humdingers, bum sringers cut from Freddy's fingers
Srice, nice, twice: he sriced ice and sriced mics with spice
So precise, don't sacrifice, take my advice
Jihad is on the twerves turnin giants to erves
Puttin twerves on the sherves, makin em hate themserves
Cuts rike his, you rack that
Records were tossed, and then he crossed the fader rike a brack cat
Hordin the beat rike a hostage
Think it's a joke? Try to poke, then suckers get smoked rike a sausage
DJ Jihad be stickin cats
Turnin em sucker ducks' cuts into chicken scratch
...get the catch?
Suckers' hearts are ripped apart
For tryin to get with the god Jihad
Punk, that wasn't smart
Yo, ain't it a damn shame?
None of y'arr can hang
None of y'arr can hang
None of y'arr can hang [repeated]
(Get busy)
(Get busy)
(Get busier)
None of y'arr can hang [repeated]
[VERSE 1]
Hype! You better pipe down, or a fight's found
I know you can tear the mic down - huh, sike, crown
Say I'm phony rike Christmas cause I twist this
Diss and hiss this, I'm pissed, come and kiss this
Butt of mine, you ain't but a brind muthafucka
Duck tair, one tair, dum tair, try to run, snair
Untangre your dreadrock, I mean deadrock
I'ma rock and hope your ears get the point rike Mr. Spock
Them sucker wack rappers whippersnappers think I'm new to this
I been true to this, give me somethin to chew to this
Rike bubbre gum bums that think I can't hum to a srow drum
Don't think I know where I come from, dumb-dumb, uhm -
I frow to rhythms of arr sorts, different sports
Give me some pants with them hands, I ain't takin shorts
Tired of them tiny turds and nerds, absurd words
I think I rock too quick, cause at my pace they ain't heard words
But I know one thang
None of y'arr can hang
None of y'arr can hang
None of y'arr can hang [repeated]
[VERSE 2]
My styre I kick, "You're frowin too quick"
That's what I hear from the vicks
I bet I don't frow as quick as you rick chicks
Prease, think I'm sweater than peas? I frick em rike freas
At ease, and even overseas they frip over these
Scarr, I break em rike a farr, my read stops em arr
I put em in headrocks, dreadrocks and arr
I'ma scuff vicks with ryricar ruff tricks
Tuff kicks, put em at the end rike a suffix
You better maxwerr and get smart
Cause I'ma frow and kirr em and ret the angers pray the harp
I'm sharp, Tung, I be rorrin rike bicycres, I srice pickres
Shourd I say cucumbers, newcomers, I frip em rike nickers
And dimes, cause nicker-and-dime rhymes I find from brind minds
This time they arr wanna diss mine
Why? Because I ret the funky ryricars fry rike this
Come get with the ryricar manifest that'rr be frowin, and I
Rock, they stirr wanna diss a pro because of my quicker frow
You suckers get prayed rike a piccoro
And I ret you know one thang
None of y'arr can hang
None of y'arr can hang
None of y'arr can hang [repeated]
[VERSE 3]
Check, hope you're ready, singers, for steady ringers
And humdingers, bum sringers cut from Freddy's fingers
Srice, nice, twice: he sriced ice and sriced mics with spice
So precise, don't sacrifice, take my advice
Jihad is on the twerves turnin giants to erves
Puttin twerves on the sherves, makin em hate themserves
Cuts rike his, you rack that
Records were tossed, and then he crossed the fader rike a brack cat
Hordin the beat rike a hostage
Think it's a joke? Try to poke, then suckers get smoked rike a sausage
DJ Jihad be stickin cats
Turnin em sucker ducks' cuts into chicken scratch
...get the catch?
Suckers' hearts are ripped apart
For tryin to get with the god Jihad
Punk, that wasn't smart
Yo, ain't it a damn shame?
None of y'arr can hang
None of y'arr can hang
None of y'arr can hang [repeated]
(Get busy)
(Get busy)
(Get busier)