[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
I'm prone to trip on the mic, I need a cordless
When we performin' even Steven Morris see that we enormous
My speech is diseased what I speak is morbid
I'm a good look, on other artist's songs every feature's gorgeous
Heed my warning, I got time to kill, I kill daylight
Come after noon and have the evening mourning
Your flow don't move, what you speak is dormant
I make a listener witness me go in, now he's a door man
Call me L-U-C-I- stop... A-N-O- spray the fo', three guys, drop
My money stretch long like knee-high socks
No coconut vodka, but you see I rock
A peaceful dude but a fighter, Gandhi combined with Rocky
A peaceful dude, a fighter, Elijah Muhammad Ali
Pop the tommy gun then ditch the Tommy, Nicole Kidman
I'll get rich or die tryin' to get yo riches
[Hook]
You n***as hollerin' 'bout the product you move, and the Glocks you use
And the broads you screw, fuck that my n***a tell me where ya barz at?
Uh, my n***a tell me where ya barz at?
You n***as hollerin' 'bout you bought a ratchet
And your broad is mad sick
We got all of that shit, fuck that
My n***a tell me where your barz at?
Uh, my n***a tell me where your barz at?
Chyeah, holla at her
[Verse 2: Kenny Siegel]
Fuck those ramblin', they must want bandages
I'm rough, so scandalous I leave 'em with a fucked up nose
Scuffed clothes, cuts, plus bone damages
And puff on Cannabis, til' I'm up on Canopus
Incase you ain't up on Canopus, that's the second brightest star
I'll give you gold every second, by the bar
And that's where you should be, call you bartenders
Cause your bars tender, you're soft musically
Next on your itinerary is the cemetery
Cause I'm finna bury you, finna scurry, you feelin' scary?
I'm into Lori you into Larry you n***as fairy
Call you Tinkerbell yeah you little bitches and little women
All you sweet as hell like you Ben and Jerry, you feelin' dairy?
Well I'm about my cheese as well as if I'm fillin' bellies
If you don't think that we the sickest with bars, let me be the first
To change your heart then call me Christiaan Barnard
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
The streets is hella cold but n***a that's what the burner's for
A n***a be kickin' styles that you motherfuckers ain't heard before
I'm all about confrontation, drama, beef, n***a murder, war
Leave you lyin' stiff in your house I turn you to furniture
I send you to purga-tor-y, now you Hell bound
I kill everything that move, even stand up dudes fell down
A n***a don't need to bond with you, I'm not trynna spell bound
My gun is my friend, it's magic'll leave you spellbound
Chyeah, I'm a boss touchin' more paper than a mail box
But I still rob you, take your luggage like a bell hop
I keep it real, straight up and down, fuck you clowns
I'm trynna fuck a round ass, but I don't fuck around
You suckers runnin' your mouth I got a uppercut that'll muffle sound
Instead of you throwin' a punch you should be throwin' in a fuckin' towel
Pow pow, this pistol shootin' makin' your brain recline
You better play like you in the DMV and stay in line
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[Verse 4: Demetrius Capone]
Fuck a pen and pencil I printed symbols on Egyptian temples
Mix it with a mental conniption and I'm skitzin' on instrumentals
Gifted, but Cryptic spittles, a riddle within a riddle
Then I'm givin' you the middle digit, my lyrics are beneficial
My lyrics been official, air tight seal-ables
This is how I make it rain, air strike killin' you
This ain't a fair fight, this is a mare night
This terror might, scissor you parasites
Like a pair of dykes tend to do
On some slave shit, I whip a n***a good
Don't get it twisted cause I whip a whipper good
I'm like a n***a that's finna get intimate, but he impotent
With the limpest dick and he wishin' that he could
Just pitch a tent, I wish a n***a would
Who wanna lock horns?
I send your soul on a train to hell
Cause I'm the -elius, like Don Corn
Mamba, cold blooded as Kobe Bryant
Kidnap your kid, and send that n***a to Kony's island
[Hook]
