Songtext Catchin' bodies Joell Ortiz

Catchin' bodies

Instead of catchin' bodies
Niggas not keepin' it real
Instead of catchin' bodies
Niggas not keepin' it real
Instead of catchin' bodies
Niggas not keepin' it real

I always been athletic
Some people say this rap is a sport
Walk them cleats on this field
Drag your ass on this court
You enrolled in Sunday School
You can slack if you want
See some artist request love
I just blacken my thoughts
It's rooted in me
Do you grizzly with the back of my paws
That's just a bear-handed smack
Can you imagine my claws?
Rip and gristle you
Need a million feet of tissue and gauze
To absorb puddles
I pluck you, reposition your jaw
Stomp your favorite rapper's head
His brain spill on the floor
That's bootleggin'
See his album 'fore it get to the stores
Give you this whole magazine
Until you sick with the lord
You know the vibes
XXL shells hittin' the source
Street showers
Clear the block like it's street sweep hours
Then spin the block and sweep again
I'm a neat freak, coward
Run out of all 9 lives
When you meet me here
I'm with all that Riff Raff
I'm like Heathcliff partner
My words worth
No amount of money
Shit is priceless
My mic it's divine drip
Every time spit leaves my lips
And fine tits wave to the windscreen
Like glass in front of a pilot
In the sky with unlimited flight mileage

The pendant is white diamonds
I'm just chillin' on my infinite villain shit
Like pirates and I'm sicker than Mike Meyers
I got, 20 years in the game
I seen the whole thang
Young niggas tradin' their publishin' for a gold chain
Execs. never act alone
Take turns butt-fucking their artist with a saxophone
Damn that's a cold train
This black minority never will I lack authority
My hammer sorcery, got me wondering how packed the mourge'll be
Better act accordingly, yeah this cats gory
Yeah I rap horror, 'cause y'all categorically rapping horribly
I know the game fake but I ain't trying to lose a scrimmage
You couldn't picture me losing if using Google Image
Look what they do for spinach
Baby gave me head, swallowed my future menace
Like it was Nutrigenix
Maybe this dude's the realest
In this music business
Ruger chilling keep the stick on me
You could get the drop on me
And still won't get the drip on me
I hold the stick high
Like I'm conducting a symphony
Get your posse cut
Like the juice crew
If you mention me
Got my trench coat on
Flashing a Swiss Rollie
Dropped 81 points on that joint
Never forget Kobe
380 toy
That baby boy'll clip Jodie
Smoking a Frank-White Cuban
Nigga that big stogie
Leave me alone
Or get your cap twisted
It's the housing authority, rap district
Our bars are black listed

Instead of catchin' bodies
Niggas not keepin' it real
Instead of catchin' bodies
Niggas not keepin' it real
Instead of catchin' bodies
Niggas not keepin' it real

It's like glasses with prescription
Mixed with Patek's from the district
Time to focus like I crushed a hundred Adderall's
And sniffed it
Pick any rapper you fathom
Simply add him to a wish list
I rap circles around him
Like a basketball for Christmas

We damage your rap persona
Come rap with the anacondas
Giving niggas hooks
Like Apollo samplin' Cappadonna
Picture crook getting swallowed
In back of the cab with 'Donna
See the bitch in you
That's what you and your bitch have in common, nah
Niggas can't tell me shit
Make you blow your own brains out
With that extend-o clip
Call the shit a Selfie-Stick
I never fled, I fight
Over your head, 'ight?
Go for the bread, I -
Wrote your murder
But I never said I write

Who wanna bet
I turn Jedi Knight
And wave lights
Day and night
Like a red eye flight
Lay your princess in the sky
Like she Luke' partner
One hand solo out the window
Here's something for you to Chewbacca

Instead of catchin' bodies
Niggas not keepin' it real
Instead of catchin' bodies
Niggas not keepin' it real
Instead of catchin' bodies
Niggas not keepin' it real