RUMPLETILSKINZ - Attitudes lyrics

Attitude is... madness

Attitude is... personality

Attitude is... flexibility

Attitude is balls

Attitude is... talkin

Attitude is ways and actions

Actions and ways

Attitude is the Rump!

[Verse One: The Capitol L.S., Sha-Now (Remedy Man), Jeranimo]

I'm the one! That gets that deeper job done

Refuse to Jump Around and rhymin like a burnt one

For them who pause, you got to get out of the midst

split teeth grit, but your shit don't mean SHIT

Bustin to the backs when Flip, Modes

Although I'm only XTO's

Beware of the vocal when I'm shinin like gold

Get fold, I'ma slip into dangerous mode

Here comes the Now when I deal with aspect of

the loom and my attitude swells and a phone can't cop

No please don't freeze lyrics are run to seige

I'm known as a mess, when I rhyme silly pleas

Bad boy big mouth, I smack your waist out

With a birds blow, when the weather gets kinda cold

Use an instructive tongue or you get flunked

As I boot out my burner and I flank up your block

Knowin that you're one who pays a freaky cop

But I won't stop cause the son out just took your spot

To the bump bass! Styles comin down I need help mo'

space I got mad stress hangin off a bass that's

Attitude a minimal to be rump

Number one dump, niggaz are pussy, time to hump

I'm gettin ready for the skin

go for sex I flex and throw mens

And shit pens and legends and clips

I'm the last Mowhikan, heat seekin the bit

Hip-hop and rock when Jeranimo's rippin

It's a indian so mic planet sounds is the beat

Oh goody gumdrop, there's props

Welcome to the ill got skills, chill

Hardknocks

[Chorus:]

My attitude is fucked up, and real shitty! [x8]

[Verse Two: Jeranimo, L.S., Remedy Man]

When it's Jeranimo, everyone, yell timber

This apache war, skin raw yeah enter

my inner, hardcore center hold scouts

I taste or racial punks with the doubts

We bout zabout super superb on curbs

Kind of fresh guess best, press, the answer

is yes, for nuttin all over your face

And you don't have to say you're...

Damn, my attitude is rude

It's another bad mood, hahah release

Rumple-in killin, skill in, original styles

No peace I shout, much stress and I'm out

I would think eligible, always willin to tell a few

Rappers, dappers, butt skill rappers, that I'm about to

blow up! In ninety-four or tomorrow

But yet, still flow, talkin about super tracks

And lips gonna be flappin, and yappin

Ten thousand plans...

Make it a thousand hands

Cunts simply chargin to feel my funk

But they gets nothing but a bunch of jeep bump

Tell me something what makes the female sex

want to swing with a singer *laughter*

I got a partner he can sing but shhh, it's on the DL

Wrap my fist grip it tight break the skull on the mic

From my well fittin rhyme that this Rump bring in sight

I love to see when the noise gets the crowd hype

And like clit detentia -- I need more affection

Thinking things with appeal of redemption

Soak the attention I gets no detention

Finality shots ay what it's worth mentionin

Too much funk with a touch be a Rump

Attitudes act up increase but never cease

When we feed the ears from China to Peru

My attitude is fucked up, and real shitty! [x8]

Crossin that line! [x8]

Crossin that line, head for the border

Crossin that line, head for the border...