[Producer Tag]
PA Dre shit

[Intro: Lioness Jade]
This is purity first
The continuity since his birth
The pen’s potency penetrates the verse
Even in the worst
Conceived in the crack era
The bearer of street tales
The triumphs, the fails
The money, the sales
The raw, the scales
The lockdown, the jails
Maneuvering the bale
The epic stories to tell
Yet we still prevail through the hell
Black cartel of poetry and rhymes
Addicted production and divine shine
Every line a thousand bricks of quick wit
Of quick wit
Magnetic, poetic, art prophetic
Supreme genetic mic control
Control the blocks with verbal Glock shots
With those selling that cut product
Only the blue magic
Mic maverick feeding your habit
The Alejandro Sosa flow
So out the helicopter you go
This that Georgian Delgado pure blow
Can’t feel your face
That RJ Payne 187 degrees of lyrical expertise
So welcome to volume 6 of I.C.C.T
[RJ Payne]
Let’s go
Payne

[Verse: RJ Payne]
Lil Georgy, I flew straight to Boston
This sounds like [?] talking, I like my cake with frosting
Bricks in my backpack, now watch me make a fortune
Who trying to take a portion? Oh they’re [?] paint your coffin
Uh, gun shots ‘til the drum stops
Reckless shit, extra clips in my lunch box
Red-handed, Fred Sanford at the junk shop
Heavy metal in every ghetto, n***a slung rock
Push it to the limit, took me a percentage
Great guy, bake pies, with the cookies, I’m a chemist
Look at me, a menace, they’re shook of me, they’re finished
Then I owned my own masters, so I took my independence, Lord
I’m ‘bout to Lamborghini my whip
2020 vision, bet my family see me get rich
M.O.P., make me Billy Danzini a bitch
Tan bikinis and shit, yeah
Vision is brighter, quick as a spider
Pictures guns and a bunch of laughter, Will Smith and Al-Qaeda
Kill shit as a writer, spill shit that inspire
Still equipped with the fire, guerilla shit, the messiah, Payne
One of the greatest ever
I’m famous for murder, baby, I’m Che Guevara
And n***as call me crazy, that’s what makes it better
I roll with pirates, coronavirus, the plague of terror
Young n***as getting bread
It’s the season, this is freedom, picture Jigga with the dreads
Free Ab, Dark Lo, and all my n***as in the feds
Lil’ kids is toting pistols, still pissing in the bed, come on
I’m the face of the struggle
Whether rapping or trapping, keep embracing your hustle
Never allow a hater to break up your puzzle
You simply kill him with success, that’s the greatest rebuttal
Cheah, I do it for the love
I got n***as picking music over drugs
Uh huh, that’s right, I said I do it for the love
I hustle, I’m on the web moving music like it’s drugs
It’s Payne
[Outro: RJ Payne]
I.C.C.T. 6, motherfucker
P.A. Dre on the beats
Vettrax on the boards
We back
E.I.M.G
This that shit y’all been waiting for
Lot of n***as try to copy the formula
But it ain’t that blue magic though, you dig me?
Let’s go