What You Need Lyrics - Singles - Illmatic

brixx: 

if i give you what you need will you be a good friend of my creativity 

and the people i deal with yes and chill with so iz you wid it wid it 

i only need half sun to deliver action see you bounce n vibe to diss ish wid passion 

da whole world be actin brixx just reflecting stop giving birth to jealousy and start excepting 

and people who just playahate fuck you and your masceradeyou dont like what i do then you need to start to masturbate 

do a better job than me to survive in this industrystop actin like a friend cause 4 real you`re just an enemy 

slip n slide with words to fly worldwide 

slip n slide with words to get you real high 

slip n slide with words now come with me 

slip n slide with words i give you what you need 

illmat!c: 

they call me illmat!c with no static i smack silly toys 

roll like a royce and knock the track out with my deadly voice 

verbal ak i get inside you like n alien 

my style iz evil and horrify like damien 

who wanna touch it like will smith im gettin jiggy 

and everything i spit iz definitely bombdiggy 

hold me back im spittin raps like bullets 

watch me operate i'm concentrate to the fullest 

i'm your icon stage transform like saigon 

lyrical warfair and i explode like a timebomb 

i'm like a gun you cant run but i get you 

my dick iz like a sword when i hold it and split you 

hit you your booty ass crew and your whack beats 

you need more fuckin fixes than four fuckin blackstreets 

i smack teeths bringin the heat like lambada 

wannabes please adios you get nada 

brixx: bridge: i don't see nothing wrong to giving it to ya 8 times 

illmat!c: 

my style iz homegrown boogie like ozone 

i'm comin strong like a swarm and i flow on 

the things i wanna hear i see it crystal clear 

illmat!c brixx headrush collabo of the year 

it's the perfectionist master this the eminence 

the excellence blastin this and leave no evidence 

the consequence stop nonsense don't ask whyword is james bond prepare that i punch your golden eye 

playahaters so called friends and fake cats 

all you whackrats talk shit behind my back 

i stay strap dont give a fuck when you ride 

brixx n ill year 99 bonnie and clyde