Versez

Lyrics

[Verse 1] (I live it every fuckin' day nigga...) I fly more than the planes who crashed into the twin towers Saw me freestylin in Paris in front of The Eiffel Tower Five hours... We runnin shit like Eisenhower But before we get, this Public Enemy had to fight the power Nobody wanna to hear about the mics that I devour To survive the cowards, haters are exterminated like Spinosaurus An starving artist spar the hardest I overcame but the pain dark in ma heart regardless Stain my brain, I never forget Bein overlooked for rappers with dey regular spit Instead the sick competitor that's on some Predator shit You'se a bitch nigga ditch digger I'm better than everybody alive, even Nip who up in Heaven that died But you prolly preferred me to lie right? Haha! Fuck that I went from TEC-9's under the coat To be with Tech N9ne, Pun and the GOATs [Verse 2] Come 'round here, off with ur necklace Robbin your iPhone and then hoppin in ur Lexus Talkin that shit like you comin back for some revenge My nigga, you not finna exit Me and TX be on some next level shit This how we do it; Your head in Saint Louis The rest of your body is chopped up in Texas They not detectin ya or about to find ya, lemme remind ya I dont give a fuck about tryin to outrhyme ya But I finna summon armaggedon like the Calendar Maya Idk why ya'all think ya'all can fuck with the CEO Murder in the first, put em in the hearse, leavin em in the dirt Hit Em Up worse, puttin it in work Imma smoke ur C-bars like an cigar I finish ya and diminish ya cause im the minister of sinister You miniature like a midget bruh I'm cold as the December temperature Even colder than that, blow the bro's head, get ahold of ya hat Got a guillotine from the Philippines and the both sides got the Gold and the black, I'mma open his back... Cause he didn't remember I dont give a fuck about bitches' agenda Tate want no smoke from the illest vanilla gorilla He'd rather stick his dick in an blender Get buried like an artifact! Tell me, where yo heart's at? I put handcuffs on yo heart That's a cardiac arrest — I'm givin niggas heart attacks... [Verse 3] Cigar smoke flow like a ghost Fuck a house we haunting the whole coast (So dope) Had a dream I was talkin with Eazy and Pac Said Crooked keep squeezin your Glocks I fuck with none but spitters and everyone's fatal When it comes to bars, we run that table Nigga fuck your label, philosophy like the son of Plato Throw you Dead on that Pool but I ain't 'pposed to be no Cable Bars are lyrical, it's extra-Mars material Y'all get off my genitals, an holocaust stereo Slaughter boss imperial, I'm out with all the generals We a bunch of Viagra G's, we be some hard criminals We tryna fuck w/ music instead of selling the coka And on here we get active w/ the biggest savage spokers Venom like cobra's and please concentrate all of yo focus Back to the bars, they lift you up like the seat of Toyotas On that show night, I'm in the back w/ the chrome tucked Bullets that'll slice you just like the torture of Camorras And I dont even listen to mumble rap cuz I'm grown up Sweet as cinnamons, put a hole back in yo donut K to the motherfucking D I don't give a fuck nigga Lah lah lahhhh C to the motherfucking B I don't give a fuck nigga, look... Admit it, we the illest, niggas in it; authentic Niggas pick no gimmicks, niggas know the business When me and Zone spittin we killin the instrumentals And givin y'all heart-attacks, spittin the hardest raps This lyrical wave on the West, you guess who's started that? (ME!) That's why these rappers gotta respect me to the utmost When I'm in the booth the producer can smell the gun smoke Crooked so raw my homies be like dawg his neck bleedin I say nah, I'm just cut-throat...