[Verse 1: ElZhi] Yeah, y'all should kiss the ring And want me to reign the way flowers wish for spring My punchlines provoke fists to swing, till the wrist is sprained Who diss this won't exist the same Thought he was fly, but he missed his plane, he scared pissless That why his mistress giving promiscuous brain and this is Just the tip of the iceberg a statue in cold blood and now you sleep with the fishes And vicious piranhas I'm convinced your persona's fictitious And the sense [?] Besides amateurs Niggas were flexed up me and Maybachs when they shoulda been pushing Dodge Challengers That's who is the best you don't compute, you can rest in the suit Or on your back with a boot in the chest, just saluting the flesh This kinda gift would leave a mutant impressed Don't get cut up like shooting a slug after shooting a vest What? What could these niggas lacking? Tell me Fuck a comeback, this shit is like Machiavelli And hard to stomach like some Cognac [?] Official, industry niggas contact the celly So y'all consume bout after I blow because I balloon now From coming sharp of the dome like cum laude The first to said it, the spit in verse pathetic I give you the curse, the hearse or the nurse and medic
[Verse 2: Fashawn] Last of the real, master with that, massive appeal Mash on the feel, Fash out to kill, pass me the steel You'll end up in a casket concealed Moments after that gag get revealed This ain't backpack rap, this is cats getting peeled Cracks of the thrills, stack full of bills, racks for the grill Gas mask full of hash, how we build It's not a paragraph it's appeal, black I’m the furthest thing for rap, and I chill, refrigerator Couldn't find a nigga greater than I Through my peripherals See the hate in they eyes, it's pitiful And your comparison to the gods is inphysical Militant thoughts from a general combined with a Sincere, 25th year, I ship kush and piss beer I'm connecting with my nigga from the slum No - I'm not from Queens but I did it for my duns To my village you should come I suggest for you inter-grizzly city, get a gun Pap pap said the semi when it sung I’m writing to the sirens that scream through the ghetto When it comes to pulling strings I'm Geppetto Seen everything but this level, still Attached to a triple beam in the treble, it's FTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
