Joke's Over

Intro

The 23rd Stallion
Stallion/ the man with no emotion/ never posin/ ya frozen while dancing in motion now listen/ switchin never sittin while/pimpin the shhhh/ never givin a shhh/ what you say about me/ words bounce off I’m the 2 to the 3/ chillin in the V…I /
Just messin  I’m the E R/ I C what ya guessin don’t know about me/  assume that ya listen to my ill flows/ at the Doo you a no show/ go home/ oh no/ po-po/ just playin/ what ya sayin/ conversation no no/ you sadly mistaken/ contemplation got you pacin’ in slowmo ho-bo/ eat whack flows like a cannibal/ call me Hannibal I’m an animal/ intangible/ rip it on the microphone so its very understandable/lyrics got more than a handful

Chorus
Getcha ya hands in the air when you feel the sound
this ain’t no game we don’t play around
oh you got jokes do we look like a clown
the joke is over, who’s laughin’ now,
what laughin’ now, no laughin’ now
Aye yo, the crowd get loud, when we break it down,
ah brigga break it down, ah brigga break it down
aye yo, the crowd get loud,
when we break it down. 

Tur-Bo
Time to get down to business, when I gotta witness.
garbage that is started by artists I gotta finish,
cuz then I hide the title that’s vital of a Samaritan,
and show them why my style’s unrivaled to a comparison,
of any human it’s rumored you like to listen to,
less commercial radio stations have to condition you,
into liking music that you would usually hate, up until the song repeatedly eats away at your brain, but no it ain’t the case when Turb is servin’ a plate, salivating over seconds the seconds you get a taste, and tell from the expression that’s spreading over your face, won’t waste, another minute explaining how we are different, the proof is in the pudding you wouldn’t know that existed if you didn’t even speak up, had to pull a seat up, screamin’ atcha speaker for reasons to turn the beat up, til you see how 857 just stepped in and turned the heat up. 

Chorus
Getcha ya hands in the air when you feel the sound
this ain’t no game we don’t play around
oh you got jokes do we look like a clown
the joke is over, who’s laughin’ now,
what laughin’ now, no laughin’ now
Aye yo, the crowd get loud, when we break it down,
ah brigga break it down, ah brigga break it down
aye yo, the crowd get loud,
when we break it down.

YKC
The way I rap, you’d think I’m a Harlem cat/
I’m not in fact that’s where I’m hardly at/
Chick yellin my name, probably call ‘em back/
The level we at, that’s how they all react/
I thought I told ya, the joke is ova/
Yeah, I’m getting right like I just smoked up/
And just like that, you know who I am/
They all be like damn, he rap like saran/
Tight, that’s right, we know what you like/
All night delight, we ‘bout to take flight a-ight/
No more smiles laughs and giggles/
Why you rhyme fruity like bags of skittles/
More than a little I kid you not/
Listen to this jam until you hot/
Just letting you know how we rock the crowd/
857 put your hands up get loud/

Bridge
Get your hands up, get your hands up,
Get cha get cha get cha get cha get cha hands up!
Get your hands up, get your hands up,
Get cha get cha get cha get cha get cha hands up! 

Chorus
Getcha ya hands in the air when you feel the sound
this ain’t no game we don’t play around
oh you got jokes do we look like a clown
the joke is over, who’s laughin’ now, 

Outro