WesydeUnderground - Sew It Up (feat. Eaze) Lyrics

You better check this shit out
Sew it up, check the cut, I'm all up in it
Before I begin it, I'mma finish it
Diminish it, enough episodes to go syndicate
Say I'm a cynic, shit bitch, I'm a lyricist
So are you hearin' this separate experience
No getting near to this, collaborate with fearlessness
Just stayin' true to this, and I ain't new to this
Some say I grew with this, but I ain't thru with this
Not by a little bit, so check the expression
No second guessing or questioning, my method of stepping in
Been blessing all those who unwind their minds
And take time to hear the lines between the rhymes
It's all about creating something that you just can't escape
So once you get a taste you're wasted, just like a base-head
This bastard stays basted, broken and faceless
Switchin' spaces while I'm sewing it up, so check the cut

Sew it up, check the cut, it's your homeboy EAZE
Full-flavored muthaf*cka like it's fried in grease
I got the heat for the street, ecstasy for the freaks
And if you're lookin' for me, just follow the tree
Or listen for the beat and my voice in the speakers
It's mister Swisher-Sweet, black-hoodie, grim reaper
You know I treat ya, serve you like a tweaker
I run on beats, peeps, I sleep in my sneakers
It's all about the music, I ain't the new kid
I'm tryin' to get Tucson poppin' like Houston
My flow shines, twinkle-twinkle you're a little star
Challenge me with your shit?
That's a little far fetched for you, it's best for you
To catch your breath and run, son
My rhyme gun weighs a ton and it's cocked, son
Ain't that your knot, son? See that red dot, son?
Just one shot, son, kick back like a shotgun
Sew it up and check the cut this track's the hot one

Now look at me, I'm droppin' tracks with EAZE
And we be smokin' green weed while we're feeding this need
To bring the truth just like we know it, while we blowing minds at the same time
Intertwined with beat and rhyme
So check the record or better yet let me get into your head
And stay fed, like a wildfire starting to spread
We're burning thru this desert, tearing it up
So turn it up, sew it up, and check the cut

Check the cut, turn it up it's hard as hell
We got this shit sewn up, it ain't hard to tell
You know my styles flip-flop, while y'all fools dick-jock
Once the drama get felt, I watch ya melt, drip-drop
Hate me now, burn one later
Picture me mashin'
Squeeze what you're packin', no askin, shit happens
Feel me on this, the game done drilled me on this
Therefore I stick to the script, and I'm the shit when I spit
When I spit on this shit, I'm the shit when I spit

So sew it up and check the cut cuz it's almost time
Picture me inside feeding on your mind
It's all part of my design, that's how I see it
So can you be it
Or is this hit something that you'll never get
Better never forget, you irrelevant bitch
We're speaking of the truth while you're steady talkin' shit
And that's it, you got your tail ducked just like a pup
Sew it up and check the f*ckin' cut

Feel my flow come flyin' at ya fist first
Act like you know it, son, and run it 'cuz it gets worse
Stronger with time like a fine wine
So divine, my rhyme shine
Boys blinded in these high times
Rappers get caught up, sucked into the ice-age
I keep it real with Wesyde in the dice game
I might change for the right change, but I doubt it
See, we live by a creed, and I'mma stay about it