Tame One - Crazee lyrics

[TAME:] We're gonna run through this

[Boom Skwad:] Like this, like that, like this, like that

[TAME:] This shit like the West Nile virus

[Verse One]

I'm the north Doctor Kevork, smokin' on Newport shorts

Fuck what you though cuz beefin' with me

Will get your front porch torched.

Snub nose like a force, addressin' issue like The Source

I'm Osama Bin Ladin's attack force

Blastin' off screamin', "Fuck da passport"!

Commin' thru customs, talkin Russian, broke off Robatussin

Open up them beeps

I'm puzzle da hussle by tusslin'

Snd whip the beats out in the streets.

Ain't nothin you come up with fuck with me

Production companies have lunch with me

Eatin' ya'll for dinner

I'm a museum classic for all you wax spinners

Its only logical for me to spit it as ill as possible

By any means nessa, applyin' pressure

You gettin' ya gord n' Latrell's messed up.

I push up like a calestenic, hallu-sin-a-genic

That's what's up, rollin' cabbage up, actin' up

I'm like "Hell with you", and you like hate this picture

I'm cocky to the paparazzi, the black Chachi

Nigarachi, on more drugs than Whitney Hou' and Bobby

I'm probably high now, infa-red dot cha eyebrow

Black and chan kick ya ass like "Kay-Yo! Pai-ow!"

Lyrically takin' the liberty

Dissin' my enemies with obsenities

Suppin' my entity, takin' amphetamines

With energy like it was ten of me

Mentally sick, quick to spit

Shit on anything that you publish in private or public.

Call me Mr. Fuck-it

[CHORUS]

They say I'm crazy, I'm crazy crazy

[like this, like that]

And you can say it baby, baby

I-iii-ii be just smokin with my weed

[like this, like that, like this, like that]

[VERSE TWO]

True indeed like callin' out all you ballers

Runnin' through Walker's office makin' all the caucus nausious

Smokie-mon, Obi-Wan kenobi, Thomas Dolby

I be blindin' you with science, the West Nile virus

From dirty New Jersey with thirty dirty rifles for hitmen

About to put a hit on Christie Whitman

Blue and grey'd up, my dues is paid up

I be in the back seat tell bitches turn my tape up

Fuckin up ya sheets now

[CHORUS]

[VERSE THREE]

This covert operation has been rated triple-x

From the Internet chatroom topic in the flesh

My usual phramacutical use make me hard to produce

Because my brain is toxic slop atomic soup, voodoo juice

The notty topic coffee shops, I'm holdin' it down like waybacks

The Todd Bridges of rap, I'm catchin' contact from my A-das

Olympic trinkets hold secrets, peep how they freak it

Like Remy and Marshall getting Tame all weeded

[CHORUS]