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Denver Harbor - Jivetalk lyrics
Blasi blah blah blasi blah blah blasi blah [X6]
 [Chorus]
 J to the I to the V to the E to the 
 T to the A to the L to the K (with "blase blah's" in background)
 [X4]
 So what you sayin, kid, you but you 
 Sprayin niggas means saliva messy slobberin 
 (I know you got soul!) 
 From my Timmies 
 When you test me clobberin these niggas easy 
 See I hunger for ya talkin shit, you please me when you say ya shit is butter 
 Poor excuse for the use of noise 
 Slaughterin there'll be no truce 
 Ya boys'd break ya jaw if they ya peoples 
 To stop ya yap from playin Doc Kevorkian 
 I'll lock ya talk see then commence the mercy killin cause ya mental's dead
 Ya verse be still intensely showin you gots love for the game
 Maybe if you playin tennis cause you mista menace 
 Wicked, crazy hard 
 To listen to without my finger flyin to the fast forward button 
 Cause ya feeble ass flowin nothin new 
 Nothin new and cuttin through we be the Juggaknots 
 If you know the deal then you gots to keep it real... far away 
 Secluded from my vision on the hush
 and any effort towards rebuttal leads to crushin feeble niggas with the jivetalk
[Chorus X4]
 Ayo I heard you comin out
 The closet deposit ya masculinity
 Ya guts, the hair on ya chest, ya scrawny nuts
 Nigga run ya manhood 
 I takes ya average dropping bombs joker 
 Till the family jewels will be locked in ya mom's choker 
 Leavin niggas jelled but I never thought the KY 
 And when you say, "I gots ya back," you tryin to hit the hay Denver Harbor - Jivetalk - http://motolyrics.com/denver-harbor/jivetalk-lyrics.html
 I never knew the static could be so traumatic so I cut em slack
 And everybody singin "Who's the Mack" and "Tryin to be a Player" 
 Bridge yaself and rascal
 Getting crazy ass 
 Whip ins I gets hostile when a brotha know he fly 
 But to me reminiscent of Jeff Goldblum, fallin apart
 Breakin as the Brewin's in ya soul, dooms are given 
 And driven by the stress
 Thoughts are deep 
 Throatin my quotin but the Juggaknots'll never fail to peep 
 Ya style's corny just a horny slob
 Talkin bout you gettin laid off
 and then you best to get a fuckin job but not the jivetalk
[Chorus X4]
 Well then there're times I can't front ya style's milk 
 Curdlin close to cottage cheese
 With ya verbal and ya boast of knowledge 
 Please, kid, I know ya style's def 
 Cause you couldn't possibly be hearin loud and clear and mean the shit you sayin 
 Quit ya playin cause ya thought is nothing 
 Only around the edges you be rough 
 And in comparison I'm only catchin L's when I puff em 
 From the strictly raw (Jog into hooker style) 
 Ya joints hot (And I'm bettin your condition took a while after clinic visits) 
 During which the master cynic blizzards 
 As a rain storm and flushin out those cockier than Jordan, for the swing and miss
 0 for 4, no rapport, bringin pissed feelings to the enemy 
 So nigga buy serenity 
 (My style's dope) 
 Fiendish 
 Paranoid, can't cope, squeamish 
 Knowin that the Juggaknots stalkin, jivetalkin 
 If y'all still ain't understandin me, let's get on down
 In ya case, on ya hand and knee, defeated
[Chorus X5, end with "blase blah's"]








