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Get Off My Elevator Lyrics

"Get Off My Elevator" was written by Kurt Matlin, Keith Thornton.
"Get Off My Elevator" was written by Kurt Matlin, Keith Thornton.

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Get off my elevator
(Security will escort you out the building)
Get off my elevator
(That woman is very nosey)

I choose my subjects, personal man, that's what I want to write
Critics critique, I compel that lots of rappers weak
'97 I blacked out, he's paying all my rent
Larger than hip hop, you watch me like the president

No feedback on R&B scams motivate me
With stretch marks around your gut plus I know you hate me
Guard your feet, lose cellulite, I'm a come complete
Work off your stomach pounds with super sonic stomach sounds

That's word to hoss, animal heads, stupid fly gorilla
I get pros vexed, on ghetto clicks I get iller
Guard your rab mics, my style shine like zebra stripes
Right in your forehead, my word becomes a real missile
I be hanging in back doors like Rose's toilet tissue

Hydrolic engines blow flies out your left window
Your rap is catnip with slob dropping on the pillow
Shut your face, shut your mouth like pigeons flying south
I'm rolling rampart, the bottom kids where you start
Get off my two sacks, light your pipes, load your cracks

Get off my elevator
(Security will escort you out the building)
Get off my elevator
(That woman is nosey, trying to find out business)

Get off my elevator!
(Security will escort you out my building)
Get off my elevator!
(That woman is nosey, trying to find out more business)

You're rapping wackey, your whole wardrobe, your colored food stamps
Department of agriculture scheming like a vulture
I burn your sideburns off on tracks like John Shaft
You be counting your pubic hairs trying to do the math

Like mascot, you front your ashy face and black beat
Studio platic, melts panties, sweating street heat
I'll be there like Vladimir packing in your ear
Dr. Smith, Will Robinson make you say "Oh dear"

I take your tour bus, treat you like infested puss
Lima beans drop down and grease your dirty jeans
National thunderstorms, step up and find your power
Your records hot melt like yogurt and you smell sour

Get my reels, Ampex, a dat system flex
You got polio knees, lock fell on soul train
The answer is Anorex, punks I'll flip your brain
Like Don Cornelious, I hide behind the scenes

Make you lick my hot dogs with ketchup on two beans
I censorship real quick and feed your family cabbage
Make you thought eat ham hocks, tuna out the garbage
Blind your range with tones, your radio sounds strange

Eat out your rear bag, snatch ribs out your wild coyote
Tell Bob to pay me, the company boss still owe me
But Capitol built walls, built fences
I come for my check, don't lower your defenses

Get off my elevator
(Security will escort you out my building)
Get off my elevator
(You are very nosey and un high classed)

Get off my elevator
(Security will definitely esort you away from my building)
Get off my elevator
(You'll be shipped away in a cop car)

Elevation, I want elevation beyond elevation yes
Elevation, elevation, past elevation
Elevation, elevators elevating elevation

Songwriters
KURT MATLIN, KEITH THORNTON

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Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY

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