No Static At All Songtext / Lyric

"No static at alllllll..."



[MC Serch]

Beef not needed to waste one

cause trouble don't feed the bass drum

Some so feeble, so play the hoodlum

A humdrum liver in bedlam

Bet your last buck, you don't laugh to this

Your horse came last behind the cactus

Back so strong, you thought wrong a fallacy

The groove will whip and flip cause it has to be

in there, like Belvedere in his underwear

on the new year, my dear, so make it clear

I'm gonna ask do you wanna live small?

Static? Nah troop, none at all






[Pete Nice]

Why meddle in the middle of a ruckus

? sip slowly on Snapple in hand

Not these hands of mine holdin clippers

Slip and clip your flat-top to ceasar

Ease your ego, I go toe to toe

Throw my voice like I throw my yo-yo

And ho ho ho, on the mic is life support

and toward a crumb static ain't my sport

I swing to this, Serch swings to that

And as you noticed, they always wear hats

Boots and loops produced by Prince Paul

Slaps ya skull, no static at all



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[MC Serch]

Static mixed in but it don't cling

to a fat rope dope Gucci link or an earring

Hand now gropin for?

but the hand is used to get skins

Skim the cream but it seems you still rise

For some who lives more, now life lifesize

All are lepers in my swingdom

Groups and troops get friends and they bring them

In goes props so pop til the mornin

Home to the young, pop still snorin

Wake up you blackhead and heed the call

Aiyyo, no static at all



[Pete Nice]

I flip on kicks, my DJ tricks

The a.k.a code name Richie Rich

"Daddy Rich, you never watch him on TV?"

Straight no takes, the iron had Eastbridge

full on 1210's flippin the beats

*Richie Rich cuts more*

Some bust nuts, Daddy Rich bust cuts

Such transform over rhythms on dust

I rush this rhythm, hold like Mingus

I swing this joint, no static to sting this

*Richie Rich cuts more*



[Nice] A bitch's brew, who? gyro

[Serch] Scabs can't craft what only the fly knows

[Nice] Got skins all in on scheamin

[Serch] Scandalous hooks grab on to what's gleamin

[Nice] I'm seemin vexed in my rhymin texts

[Serch] Opened up shop to chop off the head, next

[Nice] I put off punks like junk so sporadic

[Serch] Stashed away like old drawers in my attic

[Nice] Or drawers on my legs, figures what I says

[Serch] Snack on Jolly Rancher or Orange Pez

[Nice] Yep this ain't no collect call

[Serch] So peace, yo Pete

[Nice] No static at all

[Serch] True!