Sit The f*ck Down lyrics

Triple Optix - “Sit the f*ck Down”
[Emcee(s): Taboo (AKA Tabs), Coal (AKA Coal Cash), and Diabolic]
[Producer(s): DJ Dummy]

[Hook: Taboo and (Triple Optix)]
You’s a gold digging ho? (Sit the f*ck down!)
You only in it for the dough? (Sit the f*ck down!)
Ain’t getting live at our show? (Sit the f*ck down!)
You ain’t surviving the flow! (Sit the f*ck down!)
You only spit about coke? (Sit the f*ck down!)
You think this sh*t is a joke? (Sit the f*ck down!)
Ain’t got a spliff I can smoke? (Sit the f*ck down!)
Use this as a quote! (Sit the f*ck down!)

[Verse 1: Taboo]
Yo, what
My crew has proven: you should be used to losing. We was
Born immortal, reemerged from Earth as superhuman
We all strife—word life—‘cause it’s our birthright
To serve as a searchlight for all those that thirst sight
Don’t misinterpret this n*gga’s purpose. I was born
With vision perfect to deliver a vicious verdict
In a quick breeze, I’ll blitzkrieg your b*tch steez. Now watch your
Lip bleed ‘cause you mislead with greed
So sit the f*ck down before I break your teeth or beat you
To death with a folding chair and make you take a seat. You can’t
f*ck around, you ain’t of a titan stature. Timidly
Toss your insults, I’ll throw bolts of lightning at you. Through
Musical bars, I’ll leave unusual scars, take
An AK to The Source Awards and shoot for the stars. You mad frail
Jig you while you opening fan mail. Can’t
Test the great, you hold less weight than hand scales
[Hook: Coal and (Triple Optix)]
You only talk sh*t? (Sit the f*ck down!)
Your crew will forfeit! (Sit the f*ck down!)
You on some soft sh*t? (Sit the f*ck down!)
I’ll fly your head into orbit! (Sit the f*ck down!)
Your stankbox stinking? (Sit the f*ck down!)
You b*tches ain’t drinking? (Sit the f*ck down!)
You speak before thinking? (Sit the f*ck down!)
I’ll force your extinction! (Sit the f*ck down!)

[Verse 2: Coal]
Stand sharp ‘til my tongue rust with one thrust
To battle the unjust, rambunctious bum rush, crush
The Sun’s crust ‘til it becomes dust from one touch
As the lungs bust, analyze this untrust
God among us, flung us to birth, regarding the worth
Of a worthless hurt, pardon the thirst, starving the works
Of a garden of dirt, carving the first verse in the
Heart of the Earth, part of the worst curse to burst
Versatility’s ability, verse disperse artillery
My stability’s a formality, I battle to kill
Satanic villainy with dynamic agility
Burn humility and turn tranquility to panic
It’s automatic, spitting granite the size of planets
Burn organic matter to shatter ceramic data
Laugh like Mad Hatter when brains splatter, but rather
Stab with Jacob’s Ladder to combat the cadavers
[Hook: Diabolic and (Triple Optix)]
You politically correct? (Sit the f*ck down!)
You an industry exec? (Sit the f*ck down!)
You ain’t giving me respect? (Sit the f*ck down!)
We’re visibly the best! (Sit the f*ck down!)
You a Midwestern gimmick? (Sit the f*ck down!)
Cats rapping timid? (Sit the f*ck down!)
I’ll wipe my ass with your image! (Sit the f*ck down!)
You motherf*ckers are finished! (Sit the f*ck down!)

[Verse 3: Diabolic]
Yo, I slipped
Adam roofies, screwed Eve. Started a new breed
That proofreads the fine print and won’t eat what you spoon-feed
Testing fate, expressing my present state, tryna
Dip from cops so I can pick the locks on Heaven’s gate
Stressing papes ‘til dough doubled on a dro hustle
Go figure. Now I beat gold-diggers with their own shovel
On a cursed path, worth half my herb stash
Feeling pain that surpassed the worst wrath of nerve gas
Y’all are curb trash, a disgrace misplaced
Defecate single file, get your sh*t straight, don’t make
The mistake of fixating your eyes on me—I’m warning ya
Eye my formula, I’ll stick a sword in your cornea. This where
Trends stop and gems drop, where we give inmates
From gen’ pop a ten spot to feed you hemlock
Your block’s nothing, so stop fronting (Faggot). You ain’t sh*t
If you had butterfingers, you would have dropped something
[Hook: Triple Optix]
Snitch to the beast? (Sit the f*ck down!)
You ain’t spit in the streets? (Sit the f*ck down!)
Try to sh*t on my peeps? (Sit the f*ck down!)
We’ll kick in your teeth! (Sit the f*ck down!)
You never shave your box? (Sit the f*ck down!)
Suffolk County cops? (Sit the f*ck down!)
You can’t rhyme off the top? (Sit the f*ck down!)
Can’t f*ck with Triple Ops! (Sit the f*ck down!)

[Outro: Triple Optix]
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