Feet Upon The Table

hey dude you want me to start, like, four bars up in this shit

(yeah, nigga, what, you got dick on your mind or something?)

aw nigga fuck you

<like that y'all>

[Riddlore]

Hey pussy, listen

your hearing aid'll be his ass whipping

pussy, your rhyme keeps on slipping

go home and gets to trippin <aah>

pussy, I slow your row with that tampon

your flow be misthrown

come up out that couch and plant my flag in your neighborhood

you got cable, I'm leaving toenail clippings on your table

[Vic Hop]

now I break lots of crews up

who cruise up like they got big nuts

what I dig up gets

big ups and also blow some wigs up

get up for the beat down

I'm taking your seat now

relaxing my feet up on the coffee table

while I floss me labels-

fool!

[Aceyalone]

I got what the fuck you need and more

I'll kick in your door dammit then slam it behind me

you'll find me in the bedroom where your kids is at

I tell 'em that their daddy's gonna die

then give 'em smacks and get some stacks

and hit the sofa with a loaf of bread and some chicken backs

feet up on the table and your woman in my lap

[Ellay Khule]

blast off, lift off, wanna twist off the cap

the love of my life is the rap

the love of your life in my lap

leap if your feeling lucky

my speech ?? ?? Kermit

your walking that style with no leash, do you have a permit?

cut it out like some scissors

get rollin' like Twizzlers sweets

drivin' a big blue up the streets

bumpin helluva beats through your weak butt

me I gotta maintain my rep, wake up you slept

lucky to get slapped, I should have just broke your neck

got juice like in a dream, blow up like gasoline when it's lit

you battle him and you battle them, but I really don't give a shit

<like that y'all> ... <like that y'all> ...

<I'm schemin' like I'm dreamin' on the couch with my feet up> ... <- Rakim

<say something now> ... <thought so>

<I'm schemin' like I'm dreamin' on the couch with my feet> ...

<like that y'all> ... <like that y'all> ...

<I'm schemin' like I'm dreamin' on the couch with my feet up> ...

<say something now> ... <thought so>

<I'm schemin' like I'm dreamin' on the couch with my feet> ...

[Aceyalone]

nigga who's you? niggas you's crazy

nigga you have things to do yourself and I couldn't help you out

by slapping your weed out your mouth

pinchin' those jaws

nigga you could wiggle these balls

I walk into the room and all the ??

rappers pause when the mic is in my claws

you wake up in the morning time your puttin in your dra'ws

because I'm the first rapper with no flaws

and we could draw straws just to see who goes up in your walls

[NGA Fish]

I... really don't... give a shit

I admit it, I'm a screw loose that Chills Vill'

I paid one of those bastards to hit you in the left leg with a Louisville

broke your shit, never to figure skate my way again

what? I'm short and skinny? nigga you tall and fat

now give me my pen back

I served you once, I'll do it again

three-peat and again for pete's sakes

when will it end?

you're swollowing cement 'til you have no wind

[Mark the Murderah]

Looking at the incense smoke

and hell of a indo ?????

I get stoned

and then I grab the microphone and show my knuckle bone

nothing I see is real

I'm walking right through it like fluid

forgave method

you better drop your weapon or your film at eleven o' clock

bop bop through the high top Z

my homie's on LSD fightin' LAPD

??'s in the county in his PJs

the fat j I pass it to the DJ (Homicide... Homicide... Homicide)

I rock the spot, but I ain't shot knocks got glocks

so drop my voice box changing dirty socks

rainy weather makes me even better

summer to winter to spring fall

downin' the 8 ball

hittin' bunt the blunt

but I never strike out of matches

like homies with batches of bitches that been ballin'

teeth marks on my hits

thirty-odd-six when I'm in a fix

it's '94, serve you with 92

do what I gotta handle

gangsta that's gangsta professional gangsta

[Abstract Rude]

I do what?

I got my feet up on your Mama Mabel's

mother's mother's mother's three generation table

you know the one, the one you can't put a drink down without a coaster

take it up out my holster, slam it on your momma's pride and joy

boy you gonna get whippin'

shame my momma feel no drama, better not say 'Ab did it'

even if you did, kid, she'll say 'Why you let him in the house?'

you'll say 'Momma, I wanted to hear what the rap was about

I didn't know he would come in the house, take his gun out and run out

rappin', sayin' somethin about Mass Men'

you don't have to tell anyone see you tommorow...

Chorus

<I'm schemin' like I'm dreamin' on the couch with my feet up> ...

<say something now> ...

<I'm schemin' like I'm dreamin' on the couch with my feet> ...

<say something now> ... <thought so>

<I'm schemin' like I'm dreamin' on the couch with my feet up>

<Feet Up.. Feet Up... Feet Up....>

<Like That Y'all...>

<Kick Off Your Shoes...>

<Like That Y'all... Like That>