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C-Nature - Get with the Program Lyrics



C-Nature - Get with the Program Lyrics




Yo Marxman what you cookin' up over there man?
I wanna drop somethin' raw for'em, somethin' real raw, some raw shit
Yea, check it yo

I got more bars than Lil Xan
I got whatchu need bitch so we can skip the middle man
Kids today don't battle they probably never heard of Scribble Jam
So if I bust the illest verse right now they wouldn't give a damn
I don't talk to much whenever I'm too blazed
I make people feel dumber with every sentence I do say
Give me a old school beat son, I can shred it in new ways
Anytime I come off the top, just like presidents toupee
But I'm not democrat or republican
I got different views than both, I go on social media just to rub it in
I have my suspicions about the government
But let me just shut my mouth right now before they come to my house and f*ckin' unplug my shit
When I was young my friends told me about conspiracies
And they're the ones tellin' me to vote now, shit is weird to me
Like shit really changed since Bush knocked down the towers
That's why I stay in my crib with kush locked down for hours

I got my cash right, I got my hash pipe,
I got no sense dog, I get a pass right?
Your shit is so bland, that shit is old man
No one will bump that, get with the program
My shit is so ill, you kids got no skill
You put your money up, but we got no deal
Your shit is so bland, that shit is old man
No one will bump that, get with the program

Ayo! You might perceive me as a lazy bum
Because when I was young and wouldn't shut my mouth, my mother gave me rum
I know they say it's okay to put a little bit on a babies gum
But she gave me the whole damn bottle, still didn't make me drunk
I'm takin' dumps on all these rappers notebooks
Can't develop a fine intelligent rhyme you only quote hooks
Let me get one second to settle my mind and let the flow cook
With no rook I took your Queen wit one straight line, I got you so shook
So go look, got more bodies in my closet than Dexter Morgan
The best recordin' the way I ride around tracks like I was Jeffrey Gordon
Unless he dormant, layin' on bed sheets gone on a messy morning
You best be callin' a marchin band and two fog horns to get me yawnin'
Rapper's got me snorin' and think I'm sleepin' on you
But really I'm dreamin' about walkin' up on you and puttin' the sleeper on you
Bringin' you to my mom's crib, going to eat, then pullin' the jeep up on you
Then throw you in the swamp quick just to watch the bubbles seep up on you

I got my cash right, I got my hash pipe,
I got no sense dog, I get a pass right?
Your shit is so bland, that shit is old man
No one will bump that, get with the program
My shit is so ill, you kids got no skill
You put your money up, but we got no deal
Your shit is so bland, that shit is old man
No one will bump that, get with the program
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English

Yo Marxman what you cookin' up over there man?
I wanna drop somethin' raw for'em, somethin' real raw, some raw shit
Yea, check it yo

I got more bars than Lil Xan
I got whatchu need bitch so we can skip the middle man
Kids today don't battle they probably never heard of Scribble Jam
So if I bust the illest verse right now they wouldn't give a damn
I don't talk to much whenever I'm too blazed
I make people feel dumber with every sentence I do say
Give me a old school beat son, I can shred it in new ways
Anytime I come off the top, just like presidents toupee
But I'm not democrat or republican
I got different views than both, I go on social media just to rub it in
I have my suspicions about the government
But let me just shut my mouth right now before they come to my house and f*ckin' unplug my shit
When I was young my friends told me about conspiracies
And they're the ones tellin' me to vote now, shit is weird to me
Like shit really changed since Bush knocked down the towers
That's why I stay in my crib with kush locked down for hours

I got my cash right, I got my hash pipe,
I got no sense dog, I get a pass right?
Your shit is so bland, that shit is old man
No one will bump that, get with the program
My shit is so ill, you kids got no skill
You put your money up, but we got no deal
Your shit is so bland, that shit is old man
No one will bump that, get with the program

Ayo! You might perceive me as a lazy bum
Because when I was young and wouldn't shut my mouth, my mother gave me rum
I know they say it's okay to put a little bit on a babies gum
But she gave me the whole damn bottle, still didn't make me drunk
I'm takin' dumps on all these rappers notebooks
Can't develop a fine intelligent rhyme you only quote hooks
Let me get one second to settle my mind and let the flow cook
With no rook I took your Queen wit one straight line, I got you so shook
So go look, got more bodies in my closet than Dexter Morgan
The best recordin' the way I ride around tracks like I was Jeffrey Gordon
Unless he dormant, layin' on bed sheets gone on a messy morning
You best be callin' a marchin band and two fog horns to get me yawnin'
Rapper's got me snorin' and think I'm sleepin' on you
But really I'm dreamin' about walkin' up on you and puttin' the sleeper on you
Bringin' you to my mom's crib, going to eat, then pullin' the jeep up on you
Then throw you in the swamp quick just to watch the bubbles seep up on you

I got my cash right, I got my hash pipe,
I got no sense dog, I get a pass right?
Your shit is so bland, that shit is old man
No one will bump that, get with the program
My shit is so ill, you kids got no skill
You put your money up, but we got no deal
Your shit is so bland, that shit is old man
No one will bump that, get with the program
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Writer: Stephen Bloom
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Stephen Bloom

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