Poops - “Da Shit”

[Emcee(s): Poops]

[Producer(s): FBoom]

[Scratches: FBoom]

[Verse 1: Poops]

Paragraphs are involved in many proven

Murders, so this’ll be built on all those I killed

A protective shield, some barriers become more

Intense, some becoming the security of a stronger

Offense. Strangers are now victims, the mind

Detects, rough-ass earths move false ground

But, yet, I still conquer with sounds. Once

The hot winds of Hell blew, there’s nothing no one could tell you

I got crazy, mad rhymes so you’ll

Probably see this page on the top floors of Bellevue

Torched L’s fell through. You should have tooken architec-

-ture studies—then you’ll learn who can build the skyscraper

On a foundation of putty. Some see

From me different aspects. I clash, connect, I

Smash, wreck, I crash, yes. There ain’t no wrecking crew

That reached my class yet. I manifest music

Then digest instruments with this shit

This shit right here

[Hook: Sample with Scratches by FBoom]

“What is this shit?” - Sample from Outloud on Blahzay Blahzay - “Danger” (x3)

[Verse 2: Poops]

Facts arranged into strange grips, insane shit

Entertainment of a different form. No nine

Months of labor, this data is, in an instant, born

A seed of a more intelligent species

Watch souls we weave as an immortal design, never fine

As is human greed. Keeping my written

Hits always persistent—even when I thought of my

First lyric, my mental capacity boundary lines

Weren’t restrictive, so, in that instance, I kept

A distance from being an amateur to a veteran

With more experience. Lyrics are physics

Styles from the vials exit out the mouth of the anal

Canal to drop this shit

This

[Hook: Sample with Scratches by FBoom]

“What is this shit?” - Sample from Outloud on Blahzay Blahzay - “Danger” (x3)

[Verse 3: Poops]

Many years ago, you’d hear the flow

Inside of a rough rap. Consequences of death

But once played through stereo sets, your whole persona was

“Fuck that.” It was some shit that made the young flip

When they knew what rapper was going to flow on that rhyth-

-matic drum kick, no regrets, complaints. You wasn’t

Content ‘cause you gained from it. That’s right

My lab mice. From all the paid hate that I will

Concentrate with rhythm then state heavy. I wouldn’t

Know—there ain’t an instrument of scale that could measure

Its flow weight, so just hush and stand back, keep

A distance ‘cause the stench’s mixes of decom-

-poser aroma and the funky odor that arose from

This shit. This shit right here

[Hook: Sample with Scratches by FBoom]

“What is this shit?” - Sample from Outloud on Blahzay Blahzay - “Danger” (x6)

“What is this shit? Rappers want to blossom” - Sample from Outloud on Blahzay Blahzay - “Danger” (x8)