No No NO Extreme Music
"No No NO" by Extreme is a #Rock song released in 1992. The lyrics express themes of defiance and resilience against negativity and adversity. Musically, it features powerful guitar riffs and dynamic vocals. The song resonates with listeners seeking empowerment, reflecting a broader cultural message of standing strong in challenging times.
Verse 1
Realz jump in when I wanna and roll a double dutch/ break down beats from James Digger and now you double fucked/ You can feel the rhymes (rhymes) like I feel on bubble butts/ Realz flow thunderous/ Flip styles torturous/ yo/ script my socery / they like yo, whats the source of this/ try to break down my fortress break your body into portions/ and use separate coffins for each limb often/ itÕs just a ritual that you get lost in/ I go in/ Realz been rhyming since twelve in the golden era/ Hit LÕs spitting lines coming at cha like a golden propeller/ Chopping you up like mozzarella / you get tossed like a hot Baretta/ Hanna Barbara cartoon ass rappers/ Real goons will clap ya/ so you better mind your manners/ stop posing hard for the cameras/ I eat marijuana and shit Kush bars/ on my Tango and Cash shit/ donÕt get FUBAR / (thatÕs fucked up beyond all recognition)
Verse 2
Im too slick/ so you missed the maneuver/ yeah im the shit/ call me Mr. Manure / with a fist fulla Mooga($)/ yeah IÕm filthy like the sewer/ so when I grip the Ruger itÕll twist your Medulla like a fifth of Kahlua/ yeah thatÕs how its looking/ son you fish like tuna/ you better get to booking/ its your flesh on the Barbie/ on the grill cooking/ and ainÕt no good looking/ itÕs looking real slim/ so stay the fuck out my B.I. / and thatÕs a real gem/ get off my tip like T.I. / Realz get it in/ like my dick in your girl throat/ nuts on her chin/ pull my dick out/ bust on her friend/ Crme de la Crme/ Realz rock mics like punk rock/ with my nuts in your face like I just dunked the rock/ Babytraxx stay banging that heatrock/ Break through crews like sheetrock/ Classic like Pete Rock
Verse 3
Realz smack fire outta liars creep like spiders/ you get caught up in the web because of your weak desires/ drink all of your blood/ absorb all of your powers/ watch your flesh turn to powder while burning a quarter of sour/ I rap like IÕm making a quarter mill an hour/ but IÕd be a liar if I spit that shit/ but im on fire like the torch is lit/ scorching shit/ taking you higher/ letÕs elevate/ come soar with us/ we frequent flyers/yo/ Realz rip ragetty rappers repeatedly/ pound pussy boys/ probably pissing drunk off of poverty/ so when the Hennessy hits and the dutch is lit/ obviously I might get on some bullshit like strong arm robbery/ and you donÕt wanna be on the other side of the Lama/ Pesc or Bourne Grimey roll up so I could free this ganja/ a lot of dudes steal names and stories with claim to fame/ as long as IÕm real with myself I give a fuck if you know my name/
Realz jump in when I wanna and roll a double dutch/ break down beats from James Digger and now you double fucked/ You can feel the rhymes (rhymes) like I feel on bubble butts/ Realz flow thunderous/ Flip styles torturous/ yo/ script my socery / they like yo, whats the source of this/ try to break down my fortress break your body into portions/ and use separate coffins for each limb often/ itÕs just a ritual that you get lost in/ I go in/ Realz been rhyming since twelve in the golden era/ Hit LÕs spitting lines coming at cha like a golden propeller/ Chopping you up like mozzarella / you get tossed like a hot Baretta/ Hanna Barbara cartoon ass rappers/ Real goons will clap ya/ so you better mind your manners/ stop posing hard for the cameras/ I eat marijuana and shit Kush bars/ on my Tango and Cash shit/ donÕt get FUBAR / (thatÕs fucked up beyond all recognition)
Verse 2
Im too slick/ so you missed the maneuver/ yeah im the shit/ call me Mr. Manure / with a fist fulla Mooga($)/ yeah IÕm filthy like the sewer/ so when I grip the Ruger itÕll twist your Medulla like a fifth of Kahlua/ yeah thatÕs how its looking/ son you fish like tuna/ you better get to booking/ its your flesh on the Barbie/ on the grill cooking/ and ainÕt no good looking/ itÕs looking real slim/ so stay the fuck out my B.I. / and thatÕs a real gem/ get off my tip like T.I. / Realz get it in/ like my dick in your girl throat/ nuts on her chin/ pull my dick out/ bust on her friend/ Crme de la Crme/ Realz rock mics like punk rock/ with my nuts in your face like I just dunked the rock/ Babytraxx stay banging that heatrock/ Break through crews like sheetrock/ Classic like Pete Rock
Verse 3
Realz smack fire outta liars creep like spiders/ you get caught up in the web because of your weak desires/ drink all of your blood/ absorb all of your powers/ watch your flesh turn to powder while burning a quarter of sour/ I rap like IÕm making a quarter mill an hour/ but IÕd be a liar if I spit that shit/ but im on fire like the torch is lit/ scorching shit/ taking you higher/ letÕs elevate/ come soar with us/ we frequent flyers/yo/ Realz rip ragetty rappers repeatedly/ pound pussy boys/ probably pissing drunk off of poverty/ so when the Hennessy hits and the dutch is lit/ obviously I might get on some bullshit like strong arm robbery/ and you donÕt wanna be on the other side of the Lama/ Pesc or Bourne Grimey roll up so I could free this ganja/ a lot of dudes steal names and stories with claim to fame/ as long as IÕm real with myself I give a fuck if you know my name/
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