"Dont be pushing on buttons in my Cutlass unless you cutting" - Big Kritt

Riding the beat.  A skill that is difficult to acquire and should never be overlooked. There are a whole host of rappers with content, wordplay, an concepts but are nearly un-listentenable. At the end of the day this is music, and you must be musical. This is my chief argument with folks that like to align spoken word poetry to hip-hop music. You gotta be musical, and these three young lyricists ride the hell out of this beat.

Currency

Big K.R.I.T

Wiz Khalifa

I have given all three of these dudes a good listen (I get a late pass for KRIT tho...) and they all seem to be talented. KRIT with that in your face delivery, Currency got a nice little flow, and Wiz has those things along with some swagger. 


The beat itself reminds me of some old Top Authority stuff. Good stuff.












Don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house. 
Don't, don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house. 
Don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house. 
If you aint suckin or fuckin than get yo ass out. 

[Verse] 
Dash digital situation critical 
Hate to make it so blatant baby 
But I aint playing 
Maybe you got me confused 
With one of them other dudes. 
I aint none of them. 
Under they breath mumbling. 
Scared to tell them hoes what it is. 
You put yourself in that position. 
I chill with all that baller fishing 
You fucked around and you caught a shark. 
Cold hard,
Tear your feelings apart. 
I'm more focused on getting my rims powder-coated. 
One of the dopest, I'm scheduled one 
You just ibuprofen, what is you smoking? I'm focused, growing they got you choking 
The options open, you can hide with them suckers 
Or ride low and get higher than a motherfucka! 

[Chorus] 

Straight stunting, sucker niggas I take from them. 
They bitches that is, get up in the car with wiz 
They know they going to bank something, aint fronten. 
Smoking off the eighth onion 
Get it twisted because you see me on your computer screen 
Thinking because you got wireless you get as high as us 
Bitches leaving they lame niggas to ride with us 
Planes over everything in the fly we trust. 
This bottle smell is obvious 
Than my connect come from cali 
Im good long as the money piling up 
All the while im just quick lane pimping 
Big jane twisting 
Walking how I talk it bitch that's Pittsburgh pimping. 

[Chorus] 

[Verse] 
Yo I was candy coated, bendin corners 
55th really made it 
Killing with the bumper grill 
Chandelier ceiling such ? 
Is you fucking, is you sucking 
I was wondering cuz if not 
Don't be pushing on my buttons in my Cutlass 
Unless you cutting. Bitch I'm just saying 
I aint tricking is the reason that this porno flick playing 
Trunk shaking knocking pictures off the wall 
Southern mating call, 808 mean no draws 
You got friends I fuck them all 
What you mean you aint nasty 
Why the fuck you came 
Just imagine what you got to do to get up in my plane. 
Mississippi pimp, mouth piece frigid 
Dolomite out of sight 
Show you right can you feel it shawty 

[Chorus]