TOO MUCH by Taz Conley

Roach in the building I’m back
Rappers cake fall apart but I keep mine in tact
Got your lady moist now you can’t get her back
All up on my wood tip like I’m smoking a Black
Aye
My stacks building up like plaque
I mean up like a monster truck stuck on a jack
Your daddy should have rubbed one out you too flat
Say you got that hee-hee-how huh
How is that
Okay okie-dokie
Boy you softer than some roti
Tell your shorty don’t approach me
I just want the artichoke
Off the Snow White so I’m acting very dopey
Heard I was a warlock now she want the hocus pokey
Load up the truck then you spin it all around
How he get in here he ain’t even make a sound
Dawg got the pack got it smelling like a pound
Thought I was a mortuary way them bodies hit the ground

Oh my god

Woah too much too much
I hope it’s not too much
My eyes open so I had to posture up
Too much too much
I think I saw too much
I could never sell my soul ‘cause it cost too much
Too much too much
hope it’s not too much
My eyes open so I had to posture up
Too much too much
I think I saw too much
I could never sell my soul ‘cause it cost too much

The rump shaker
The back breaker
The panty taker
Rhymes rugged and rough like sand paper
Stepping out of the V like Schwarzenegger
Girls looking at me like Now and Later
Don’t dip off
The panties slip off
I get it going like tip off your man pissed off
Labels wanna’ give me a chance I’m advanced
See I ain’t signing not a thing till the grands is in hand
Get up on the mic and I kill like Manson
The flow is hideous but the boy so handsome
Posted on the corner with my squad that’s mandem
They try to separate us but we work in tandem
My man said a mans was on hots so he fanned him
When they come around asking them questions I’m random

Like oh my god

Woah too much too much
I hope it’s not too much
My eyes open so I had to posture up
Too much too much
I think I saw too much
I could never sell my soul ‘cause it cost too much
Too much too much
hope it’s not too much
My eyes open so I had to posture up
Too much too much
I think I saw too much
I could never sell my soul ‘cause it cost too much

Don’t get sick I’m kind of ill
Beats like this my kind of meal
Lost my mind can’t find it still
Lift your hands this not a drill
Don’t get sick cause I’m kind of Ill
Beats like this my kind of meal
Lost my mind I can’t find it still
Raise your hand it’s not a drill

Uh
I penetrate then see you later
My focus on the paper not the danger
Burning rubber smell the vapor
When it get into your mother-trucking eye
I get a rise every time you get up I wanna’ cry
My wrist like a couple of zits that came alive
I lift it up at the disk that’s in the sky
I missed fell down in the pit but didn’t die
Girl or guy put ‘em down in the dirt and call ‘em Gaia

Too much too much
I hope it’s not too much
My eyes open so I had to posture up
Too much too much
I think I saw too much
I could never sell my soul ‘cause it cost too much
Too much too much
hope it’s not too much
My eyes open so I had to posture up
Too much too much
I think I saw too much
I could never sell my soul ‘cause it cost too much
Woah too much too much
I hope it’s not too much
My eyes open so I had to posture up
Too much too much
I think I saw too much
I could never sell my soul ‘cause it cost too much
Too much too much
hope it’s not too much
My eyes open so I had to posture up
Too much too much
I think I saw too much
I could never sell my soul ‘cause it cost too much

• 90s
• Alternative
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• backpack rap
• boom bap
• old school
• underground
• United States