Pip Skid - Magnifique Lyrics

[Verse One: Pip Skid]If Cormega's in the headphone that means I ain't too safeCause I'll be drunk on rap you might get slapped in the faceThis is the place where we dust off crumbsAnd dislike you like my neighbors do with double time drumsTurning the volume clockwise waiting to get my ass kickedOlder now and my stomach looks like an ax pickBut still around like "hell no we won't go"{raps in French}Is that for real or is that just me?Indiana Jones, shaking hands with Master PWe end the night like a song from Jeff HealyHit really hard, body check like Cam NealyRip rap and bad times like skate master TateTo leave you walking funny like lugging a record crateOn some scorching hot, Gil-Scott, no knockIn a secret garden but still back on the blockC'mon[Hook: Pip Skid] {x2}Pip Skid c'est magnifique!Mcenroe, il est un banging beatP&C keeps rolling like the King & I's jeepWhile the rest of the world it will continue to sleepC'mon[Scratching] {x2}"That's cool""Uh huh""That's cool""Ya know it""That's cool""Yeah""That's cool""You know it is""That's cool""No doubt""That's cool""Yeah, yeah""That's hype...actually"[Verse Two: mcenroe]We rocked like a thousand mics and there's more to grabAnd when we're in Quebec the crowd says {speaks in French}Whether mellow or hyper it seems I'm just another liferI heard it so don't ever call me Rowdy Roddy PiperThat's older than the one about the chicken and the RabiYou don't know me so don't ever make me out to be the bad guyI'm balancing check books and banging out my next hookAccomplishing so much, I ought to write a text bookLeave chapter one for teaching suckers some mannersHeave after hearing how an amateur stammersGrieve when you see how it's all been bastardizedBelieve after hearing from the P&C mastermindOn disc, wax or mono e monoWe sits on stacks known for rocking your phonoAnd shit on the wack who could hardly play fakerAs they come more emotional than Tammy Faye BakerWith weak revelations that are best kept internalYour geeked out crews got more herbs than the ColonelAnd more big drama than the Serbs and Iraqi'sIncapable of honor being served by your lackeysI've heard it before man, why even talk to me?Try to copy my game plan it's kept under lock and keyImpossibly dope so don't even hit the floorCause it's Pip and mcenroe, make 'em say (zut alors!)[Hook]