[Commentary: Phrase]
Yeah, new shit
Big Phrase featuring Illy the kid
Produced by my man J-Skubs
Crooked Eye, let’s go

[Chorus: Illy & Phrase]
What’s the colour of a two cent piece?
I needa witnesser with two ‘fore they speak
Like “Copper?!”, “Copper?!”
Put the dude in a cop car, cop car, yeah
We hustle even if the crew’s got heat
Why? It doesn’t matter ‘cause a dude’s gotta eat
Like what ya got, huh?
Stop yappin’ to the copper, copper
(Yo, yeah, yeah, man, lеt’s go, yo)

[Verse 1: Illy & Phrase]
Yeah, yeah, thesе dudes is drastic
Make moves with balloons, smack wrapped in plastic
[?] some booze in cash is
So a dude can’t score if a dude is cashless
Make one foul move and I use the ratchet
Hit the blood, hit my shirt, red shoes to match it
Gotta shed with the grindstone to smooth the hatchet
Swing a axe ‘til lobotomise, the dude is spastic
And that’s just the beginnin’, that’s just the first innin’
I blew it up, man, but Illy gon’ burst in ‘em
He throw fresh like sprite quench thirst in ‘em
Keep ‘em holy, bruh, shut, put the church in ‘em
These blunt rockers are top notch and they can’t stop us
So fuck choppers and cunts full o’ them, smart coppers
We ain’t leavin’ ‘til we finish the biz
Illy the kid, big Phrase, man, you know what it is (Yuh, yuh)
[Chorus: Illy & Phrase]
What’s the colour of a two cent piece?
I needa witnesser with two ‘fore they speak
Like “Copper?!”, “Copper?!”
Put the dude in a cop car, cop car, yeah
We hustle even if the crew’s got heat
Why? It doesn’t matter ‘cause a dude’s gotta eat
Like what ya got, huh?
Stop yappin’ to the copper, copper
(Tell ‘em, Illy, bring it, let ‘em know!)

[Verse 2: Illy]
And these cats go wild for my rap flow style
One of a kind, no one else can match profile
It’s Illy, on the beat like police, I’ve been beat by police
You beat me on a beat? Please
Motherfucker, I’m an open can of ice, whippin’ with
DJ Severe, we get your cards different
Stayin’ busy, man, puffin’ smoke, sippin’ [?]
Keepin’ distance from any glimpse of a divvy van
Hot shit like I’m stolen, lock this
While you drop kicks try to chop sticks with chopsticks
I got it bagged and moved it, hooked up the movement
Squares hate it, crooks love the music
Don’t confuse it, no love for code blue
I do, I don’t talk, you talk, I don’t do
Stayin’ not guilty, this is how god built me
Still Ill and still always will be, motherfucker, you feel me?
[Chorus: Illy & Phrase]
What’s the colour of a two cent piece?
I needa witnesser with two ‘fore they speak
Like “Copper?!”, “Copper?!”
Put the dude in a cop car, cop car, yeah
We hustle even if the crew’s got heat
Why? It doesn’t matter ‘cause a dude’s gotta eat
Like what ya got, huh?
Stop yappin’ to the copper, copper

[Commentary: Phrase]
Yeah, big-ups to the Vic police
You fuckin’ dogs
DJ Flagrant, the motherfuckin’ businessman
Killin’ it on the cut

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