James Bon Elevators (Freestyle)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Billy Woods] Yo yo, spitamatics, you know Kid so dope it's illegal, we belong in a dirty needle Fuck that, just bring the eagle plus the beretta Yo gon' need all your guns and all your cheddar Cause we all know who rap better, what the fuck You think you a competitor? You can't even stand with this I'm the editor, cut your lines out each rhyme I'm on deck though I flip dimes and I stay on my P's and Q's Niggas watch thieves, I'm thrifty like Jews, what the fuck I leave no clues and [?] like who, what, where Y'all niggas can stare an ice grill but guess what I flipped with skills [Verse 2: Vordul Mega] Flip with skills, living inflicted bills Trying to get them skills up, 'cause it's real Fuck where we live and the chills ducking I'm like yo the children's ducking in front of the buildings What, I don't understand why it' like that Niggas is like yo, trying to strike caps over seas Nigga please, yeah [Verse 3: Billy Woods] Money when I spit, money when I spit Like ATMS I spit them bloody gems Niggas said what, this shit don't got seeds or stems That's him Billy Bodega, they call him slim In D.C. where we feel crack, drive caprices Yo, y'all niggas know, I fucked your nieces What you gon' do, I leave you in pieces, it's ridiculous What niggas try to do, the way we bust You can't handle us, we got the blunderbuss Pointed at your chest, what you gon' do now Who can you trust? [Verse 4: Vordul Mega] You on the floor looking up, fucking with The brothers that can't took enough Talk about look at hooks, look at [?] That come like the thousand horses Kids, ready for the bizum, we twist ism Everyday keep the eye lit up, you know how we get up Gotta big cup, talking 'bout yo wig, diddy, I need money Let's get busy, I don't care if he rap in my vocal Man, bring it back to the chokehold, then take his money And his aligators, then slide off in ill James Bon elevators Niggas is faders, getting faded all day Yeah, yo all day, since hallways Yo all day, since hallways [?] blaze, still heavy [Verse 5: Billy Woods] It's the lyrical terrorist, microphone martyr Guess what, we come harder, you is conventional weapons Nigga we little boy and fat men, you shoulda come harder [Outro: Vordul Mega & (Billy Woods)] That for the 2000-and-beyond (You're not promised tomorrow)