Harvest lyrics

by

Fat Joe


[Intro]
Yo, yo
Y'all n*ggas better listen the f*ck up!
You better listen to this f*cking song
This sh*t, this sh*t took me hours bruh
This, this sh*t, you don't like my sh*t
You don't like my lyrical style, you don't like my style
Man f*ck y'all pus*y ass n*ggas
It's B.THE GREAT in this b*tch!
MF hoe!

[Verse]

To stop the terror I behold
Get some swords, electric cords, and Ouija boards
Four henges off a door, and a ripe orange
When spitting father bear's hot porridge
Cop a thesaurus, or an tutorial, on rhyme horror
I'm too complex, mumble n*ggas will be seeing stars
Without being in a expensive cars, breaking my law
I'm too with it, I go awol, Trump, stop f*cking up
I'll throw him at his brick fence, and pick at him in a Honda truck
Spit in a little kids big meal
And I'm not a magician, cause my tricks, will be a chick filled
Sick, Michael Vick, pup with a di*k, crazy, on tracks tazing
Pull my finger sl*t, and I'll shock you, my di*k is racing
b*tch, this ain't my right drink, run her back
Gotta lot of hot storing, drying bars, like a laundry mat
Unorthodox, I ask the doc for a f*cking candle stick
To stick in her anus, it ain't us who bring the recklessness
I hate green, f*ck the money, smoke asparagus
As pair of gist, apparent with terror, quiet but perilous
And I wouldn't dare care if you nor parents live
Forever intersected to wreck before I vanquish kid
If wanted to spit bars, like I haven't done that before
Lyrical gun pointed at you, have you ever metaphor?
I'm disjointed, and disappointed, your diss is never appointed
On point, never postpone what's in front of me will get holded
I'm making it back my thesis, I'm tearing y'all into pieces
Crppled, leaving n*ggas [?] standing I make ya quadriplegic
You joshing this whole genre, straight break
Drunk, broken bottles
It's subtle go stay and stutter
My weapons come with buzzer
Goon with levels, I'm a rebel, and I check, y'all throwing pebbles
Straight leveled with the real sh*t, high like a desert kettle
I'm p*ssed, you'll get p*ssed on, you wanna stop
I've been gone, never respond like a cop in a white neighborhood
The facts, in fact, I match the track, I'm bragging but I babble
Battle, tell the tenant ten outta ten, that they tend to tattle
Travel, but I'm bad at math so I get lost in a couple seconds
Learn my lesson, or don't listen
You'll need 12 jackets, hats, oven mitts, and 4 Snuggie packs
Spit a blizzard out my mouth, if you bite you'll get frosted back
I'm running with no problem some n*ggas is bulimic
Breathing like they had asthma in the middle of cold seasons
Teething, f*ck the beef, I eat the whole damn meat (pause)
Send these rappers away like ET back home
I'm packed like a mall with no AC, not cool
In the heat of the moment
Share no lightning of decency recently
f*ck the peace you please, closed locker, f*ck your posse
Popping like I'm locking n*ggas, approximate with my bars
That cut through instrumentals like box cutters
Nettled, settled, pedal like a bike rider and put metal in ya jaw, Dead and gone, and lock ya down and under
In Davy Jones dirty locker, meet ya waterloo, neck froze
f*ck it you can call it waterproof, waddle like a penguin
When I hit n*ggas with my pen skill, in the upper peninsula
Watching Ren and Stimpy
Simply stupid simpletons sickle my inner set
And I see it's swivels my settlements, cooking like a chemist
Jump a n*gga like a ribbit, serve white girl to there boyfriends Talking how they love em on Twitter, acidic
Ass sit it every time I was making a mess or something
The maimed chained brain
Never gains the grains of the pain again
Against gangs fangs stabbing 1000 degree chisel in ya anus
Make you swallow what you say, and wait till it pass, like a note, sh*t trash, have an apron on me all times to cook never less up
I profess her and then get white on her like the jackets worn
By professors, effortless your not effective like a Pokemon move
f*ck the rules, acid drool, crook
My trip ain't behind the bars fools, slap ya black and blue
Turn ya back while turning ya back towards me
Slapping whores like a redneck father who drunk slamming
The door, his daughter f*cking a dude, drawers on the floor
Gun in his hand, dead, like the souls in katana swords
Odds of a pair, I can't manage, slapping ya
Antagonistic as*h*le who flicks ashes like the plot of a movie
Is all about ya dead granny, well over savage
Causing damage with a pan on ya head
You getting gashes, don't bother me or put ya hands out
Crack pack, you a sad sack
Took the money invested away from the man who says
He has a earthly plan, f*ck a Sandman, and the tanned man
I'm fantastic for, stretching the truth like the elastic man
My pen where did it go, how should I know I don't care
Harvest partially falling augmented arguments
Falling, fog rising, it ain't even August yet
I'm in shambles, gamble like a gambit
Dump ya man, in quicksand, I slander
Fox holes, bury my insecurities barring
b*tch want to go to Paris, they'll parish
I'm a small eared bandit, wrapping up deceased families
In Saran bandages, handle them, like a small axe
Hatch it, land them in the chamber
And make them vanish, if you panic
Flat ya larynx, till it look like some dang vegan sandwiches
Panoramic animal, and maple hoes in Canada
As much as I'm a di*k, head towards anything close to damnable
Cannibal, stitch heroin needles in a clavicle
Rap my ass off, till that sh*t is undetachable

[Hook]
This the harvest [x3]
b*tch, this is the harvest
Rap my ass off, till that sh*t is undetachable
This the harvest, bars winter, but flow flammable

[Outro]
Ayy, b*tch ass n*gga!

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