What It Look Like - Spank Rock
They took me lightly like a quiet
Boosting of a piece of candy
From your favorite neighborhood corner store
Surely shoulda saw the weight
A heavy burden to carry the bare soiled slate
They don't wanna have a thing to do with
Can't blame them take a look
Can't name 'em 'cause they shook
Took over some wit-protect
Stay with your kin boy
F**k around with B'more
Make you look like you're white
In a Harlem shaking contest
I harness the fondest crooks of phonics
F**k grammar ill-mannered
Don't start with Spank
Tell me what it look like tell me what it is
Tell me what it look like tell me what it is
Awww ease up motherf**ker take a breath
You look beat I'm more you're more the less
Oh ease up motherf**ker take a breath
You look beat now now I suggest you take a rest
Can't say what I will or won't do
Stretch the height
You might want to stay on your toes to
Secure a full view
For skewed vision conditions lead you to assume
And while you assume
I'm feeling uneasy
My patterns are broken
Shared my thoughts but my guts don't even believe me
Sleep don't relieve me it's like doom conceived me
Got a whole lot of something yet I constantly feel
Like nothing much just your average such and such
So much acclaimed moving
But n***a I'm really touched
What was I drinking
Falling under would've boxed that n***a
If you didn't pull me back spitting on his new shoes
What was he thinking
Man I wonder do I smile too much
Yes you too can get f**ked up
Tell me what it look like tell me what it is
Tell me what it look like tell me what it is
Tell me what it look like tell me what it is
Tell me what it look like tell me what it is
Tell me what it
I'm sick with it I'll stick with it and in the end
All these n***as gonna get with it
Now tell me what it look like tell me what it is
Tell me what it look like tell me what it is
Tell me what it
I'm sick with it I stick with it
And in the end all these n***as gonna get with it
Now tell me what it looks like tell me what it is
Tell me what it looks like tell me what it is
Sit the f**k there ain't no dancing no dancing
My tongue is the drum
My mind's the machine
Non dreamer's far fantastic extremes
Fall victim to this think tank-M16
Sound sharp fixed fit creased greased and clean
My tongue is the drum
My mind's the machine
Non dreamer's far fantastic extremes
Fall victim to this think tank-M16
Sound sharp fixed fit creased greased and clean
Tell me what it look like tell me what it is
Tell me what it look like tell me what it is
Tell me what it
I'm sick with it I'll stick with it
And in the end all these n***as gonna get with it
I'm sick with it I'll stick with it and in the end
All these n***as gonna get with it
I'm sick with it I stick with it
And in the end all these n***as gonna get with it
