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(feat. Joell Ortiz, Nino Bless, Crooked I, Royce Da 5'9") [Joell Ortiz:] I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch Hip hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother My mind hovers above all you jive suckers Listen, that's word to my mother You throw a shot at me I'm throwing a shot back Your's is on a joint Mine's whistling by your top hat Ya I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back Open the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap I'm sick and tired of niggas lyin They fifth is lyin in they second drawer Next door to some bullshit they ironed Ya'll be makin up stories that them little kids be buyin I do everything my Penn State like a Nittany lion I ain't gotta mention the streets on this song To get in a nigga ass on these beats like a thong, pause Veterans co-sign me, the up and coming scared The pretty girls go? gPapi here's my underwear... Never in a hundred years I thought I'd be a rapper But in less than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a factor I'm PS4 in HD and the screen is plasma You're Atari 2600 with a weak adapter Between us the gap's so crazy I'm Gucci, Louis V, you're Gap, Old Navy I get coochie in the V, you attract no ladies You're suburb, I'm gutter where it make cat's go crazy [Nino Bless:] Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be Pun's sucessor That term's done fucka, what up whatever You bird's is food I'm about to pluck some feathers, I'm young and clever, Plus, clutch under pressure, yup! who does this better? Walk around with metal all on me like the front of Shredder I lust for cheddar, you owe me Leave holes in your vest that'll open your chest like a sunken treasure I'm somethin' like a phenomenon Droppin' bombs for fun then dining in hell during Ramadan Whatever I'm rhymin' on, or whoever I tear em apart Swear on my pops, no fear in my heart Shit, been through it all Done swam with the sharks, snapped fins with my jaws I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest piff Off a brick of hash mixed with acid hits Like sick cracker shit Get back dumb birds I ignore the hype Click clack, Yung Berg if you flossin ice Dog, cross me twice, can't afford the price It'll cost you, I'll off your life You soft, I told you I'm raw white When I'm on this mic, the mourn at Knight Don't wanna see mornin' light And I feel like I'm forced to fight When the chips are down like Ponch fallin' of his bike Of course my metaphors are type awesome, right I got em in awe, my aura's Jordan like What's really poppin', who's diddy boppin' You was a willy Now you all Common and really conscious I ain't with that silly nonsense I really pop shit My gun stay cocked like Biggie's optics I stay evolvin, but grown bitter On your grave they carvin? gfucked with the wrong nigga... [Crooked I:] I don't write I kill a pen leak his blood on the page I breathe bars, like oxygen locked my lungs in a cage Instrumentals get fucked on the stage, a pedophile Unless I dig in the crates, and fuck with somethin my age Forever vow to never smile when I'm at peace Only when I'm eatin' the deceased like kiesh Only when my enemies eternal organs are a smorgasborg in the feast The dahmer with melanin and let em in the belly of the beast You'll be missin' till fisherman see your corpse I'll be in Michigan stickin' a chickin In my Michelin ready to pigeon pitch again From Switzerland to New York I was whippin' Bently's before them pictures up in the Source I'm a gorilla behind these bars, on some zoo shit Shoot you while you're talkin, on some news camera crew shit Sicker then flying in past tense, on some flu shit Day old asshole flow, I drop new shit Exclusive, you don't want it in fact I'll have the doctors operating on the front of your back Tryin to keep your stomach intact The spiritual you, leavin your body he don't wanna go back That's when the tunnel go black I'll send your soul to the atmosphere Fuck outta here, and your ring tone rap career It's Crooked I, the face of east side Long Beach Put your ear to the street, so you can hear my heartbeat [Royce Da 59:] I hope niggas know I'll show up to ya show I'll show up where you go Show up to ya door 4's will explode shells For they hit the flo' I know niggas know I got an open window flow I air shit out In the D' they used to call me Mayor Royce Now they call me Clay Davis Guess why? Shiiiiiiiiiieeett Cause when it come to them words You know I wear shit out I write rhymes like white lines On the nose tray Ice cold, Ice Cube flow like O'Shea Riding shot gun with Chris Martin my DJ Not the white boy, but I'm down for the Coldplay Forever stay violent, better stay silent Hammers stay hummin' Like strummin' the mandolin or violin Speaking of, I done played into the violence More then my nigga Charles Hamilton played Sonic I wrap niggas up, clap niggas up, scrap niggas up Either that or we gon' slap niggas up Dump dirt on you right before I go into my Maino mode If I smell the scent of Yung Berg on ya Till it ain't no more, ain't no dough Get into his ass cause I ain't opposed I'm a living anal probe I'm a lame-a-phobe Matter fact my nigga Jumpoff can I keep goin? (WHY THE FUCK NOT!) When I was a teen, I used to pack a .380 Now I'm spittin', sittin' between Shady and Jay I pull da jeans down on my bitch and then wave Cause the pussy Max B wavy when she ain't shave I leave the booth smellin' like somebody ain't sprayed I would talk about Kimbo but I ain't crazy I'm like Marty McFly Goin back in time and dissin' his momma nigga you can't fade me [Joe Budden:] They say he a bastard for real Then they see the ass on his girl So they wonderin', why he so mad at the world I take it out on tracks, I R.I.P. it So even to the producer it's hard to I.D. it Bars tremendous, it's in your best interest I insist your men just, do your best Bish's rendish Endless, move more then 2 inches My blood'll boil like I got a big skin cyst So end this, or see me manana Or see the speed of a llama Underground prima donna That ain't hard to find popppin' E in a Honda With hands like E. Honda, he a monster I love war it's like my pet peeve kinda But for us to even beef you should be honored My dick gettin hard, I see vagina, PAUSE Nah, rewind each line each time Speak mind and meet 9, mano e mano When it rains it pours grab a teflon poncho You now fuckin' with Mouse, the head honcho Nigga I could fit your house in my condo I walk around like ratchets been legalized Just me and the desert eagle, and the eagle eye Closed casket, now you having a box, wait Zipper over your head, dude's calling you crotch face So ya'll could bump swag like us But the next time rap's discussed Add this as a plus Don't nobody hit the pad like us And would get up in that ass But the fags might bust And since poppin' tags is a must I hit the bank and all I do is withdrawl Chicks removing they drawls Now your crew is in awe How you ball? Your jewels from a cubicle in the mall You gon' need another processor, To process it, I'll set it I said it! So keep running around hot headed Till you get hot leaded Till everything but your torso on you is prosthetic Digest it, niggas is pie-thetic Rap what you can't afford, ya'll must got credit All you gotta know is Crooked I, Royce, Bless & Joell With Joe spell, NO L! |
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