Check it,
I set it off by lettin' ya know I can flow to many beats
Similar to groove so freely
People say I'm gettin' kinda greedy,
But so what, I'm supplin the need
Some MC's go for therapy, I buried the
Remain of the other 'cause they suck incredibly
Superficial styles only last a little while
But they'll never hold a candle to the TV profile
More than just wit and more than just intellect
And more than a gangster 'cause I kill wit a mic check
And I'm not the one wit the H on his back
I fill up the place with the brothers select
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' crazy
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' wild
X2
Rearranging the script as my words shift gear in a flash
Putting cash in a stash, ain't nuttin funny, money
Greater gifts, I receive, by those who are blessed
Me, I got a treasure chest
By all means protected at all times
You try to front, you'll pay more than a small fine
I don't brag about the stuff I kick
I simply roll correctly, demolishing stupid kids
Hittin' it off wit the lip and not accomplishing zip
I tell 'em, wake up son 'cause this is it
Peep out the suckers who are faking
Faking moves on the mic and in life
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' crazy
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' wild
3x
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' crazy
Yeah, take it down
Yeah,
Check it,
And when the mic stands free, I then step to the
Point of attack 'cause the track feels good to me
And I intend to break ya out of your restraints
You gain interest in my rhymes like a City Bank
Thanks to the Brand New Heavies and everyone
Who can dig the movement of the Guru, smooth and
Proving that I'm the relevant, eloquent one
Suckers getting whoopings like they're all my sons
Remembering rap from the days of it's origin
The power of many men ascend from my pen
Dissing the ones wit the fame and claiming they're hard
Yo, them, I disregard
'Cause they ain't all cracked up to what they should be
Some of them wannabees, some of them wouldbees
And I'm getting vexed by the crap they project
They put in on wax and all their records still racks
It's Gettin' Hectic Video (MV)
Performed By: The Urge
Length: 2:38
Written by: Andrew Dwight Levy, Jan Kincaid, Simon James Bartholomew, Keith Elam
The Urge - It's Gettin' Hectic Lyrics
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Check it,
I set it off by lettin' ya know I can flow to many beats
Similar to groove so freely
People say I'm gettin' kinda greedy,
But so what, I'm supplin the need
Some MC's go for therapy, I buried the
Remain of the other 'cause they suck incredibly
Superficial styles only last a little while
But they'll never hold a candle to the TV profile
More than just wit and more than just intellect
And more than a gangster 'cause I kill wit a mic check
And I'm not the one wit the H on his back
I fill up the place with the brothers select
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' crazy
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' wild
X2
Rearranging the script as my words shift gear in a flash
Putting cash in a stash, ain't nuttin funny, money
Greater gifts, I receive, by those who are blessed
Me, I got a treasure chest
By all means protected at all times
You try to front, you'll pay more than a small fine
I don't brag about the stuff I kick
I simply roll correctly, demolishing stupid kids
Hittin' it off wit the lip and not accomplishing zip
I tell 'em, wake up son 'cause this is it
Peep out the suckers who are faking
Faking moves on the mic and in life
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' crazy
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' wild
3x
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' crazy
Yeah, take it down
Yeah,
Check it,
And when the mic stands free, I then step to the
Point of attack 'cause the track feels good to me
And I intend to break ya out of your restraints
You gain interest in my rhymes like a City Bank
Thanks to the Brand New Heavies and everyone
Who can dig the movement of the Guru, smooth and
Proving that I'm the relevant, eloquent one
Suckers getting whoopings like they're all my sons
Remembering rap from the days of it's origin
The power of many men ascend from my pen
Dissing the ones wit the fame and claiming they're hard
Yo, them, I disregard
'Cause they ain't all cracked up to what they should be
Some of them wannabees, some of them wouldbees
And I'm getting vexed by the crap they project
They put in on wax and all their records still racks
I set it off by lettin' ya know I can flow to many beats
Similar to groove so freely
People say I'm gettin' kinda greedy,
But so what, I'm supplin the need
Some MC's go for therapy, I buried the
Remain of the other 'cause they suck incredibly
Superficial styles only last a little while
But they'll never hold a candle to the TV profile
More than just wit and more than just intellect
And more than a gangster 'cause I kill wit a mic check
And I'm not the one wit the H on his back
I fill up the place with the brothers select
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' crazy
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' wild
X2
Rearranging the script as my words shift gear in a flash
Putting cash in a stash, ain't nuttin funny, money
Greater gifts, I receive, by those who are blessed
Me, I got a treasure chest
By all means protected at all times
You try to front, you'll pay more than a small fine
I don't brag about the stuff I kick
I simply roll correctly, demolishing stupid kids
Hittin' it off wit the lip and not accomplishing zip
I tell 'em, wake up son 'cause this is it
Peep out the suckers who are faking
Faking moves on the mic and in life
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' crazy
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' wild
3x
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' crazy
Yeah, take it down
Yeah,
Check it,
And when the mic stands free, I then step to the
Point of attack 'cause the track feels good to me
And I intend to break ya out of your restraints
You gain interest in my rhymes like a City Bank
Thanks to the Brand New Heavies and everyone
Who can dig the movement of the Guru, smooth and
Proving that I'm the relevant, eloquent one
Suckers getting whoopings like they're all my sons
Remembering rap from the days of it's origin
The power of many men ascend from my pen
Dissing the ones wit the fame and claiming they're hard
Yo, them, I disregard
'Cause they ain't all cracked up to what they should be
Some of them wannabees, some of them wouldbees
And I'm getting vexed by the crap they project
They put in on wax and all their records still racks
Writer: Andrew Dwight Levy, Jan Kincaid, Simon James Bartholomew, Keith Elam
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.