The Shakedown

Lyrics

[Intro] That's real real, I love that ("It's my thing") ("Hey") [Chorus] I could give a fuck who honey kissin' Money missin' makes me turn to Sonny Liston Mercenary on a mission, enter intuition Conditioned, for all the bullshit you're dishin' [Verse 1] I'm about as hard as the times I make mines off rhymes and keep dimes to blow in the wind chimes A Hieroller, you die young, I die older Cy Young holder for throwing this heat The air brung my tongue is shellac'n the blood of the wack It sharpens when I cut up the track, it darkens My crew is recon, who is he, Jon? All in your bitch Louis Vuitton for doin' me wrong Pursuin' me to put two in me? Won't happen like crowds booin' me, MC fabulous Just bust for a century mo' With ammo and dough in my peripheral, here we go You in analog, digital, 8-track cassette deck Or on your little karaoke stereo You get hands put on you And DM my plans to all provide two or three hot ones in ya potnas Huey P., Harriett Tub', carry the weapon But y'all niggas scary as fuck and I'm luck up, tucked up, in the Bay Area cuts, like what... [Chorus] ("It's my thing") Ay, I could give a fuck who honey kissin' Money missin' makes me turn to Sonny Liston Mercenary on a mission, enter intuition Conditioned, for all the bullshit you're dishin' I could give a fuck who honey kissin' ("Hey") Money missin' makes me turn to Sonny Liston Mercenary on a mission, enter intuition Conditioned, for all the bullshit you're dishin' [Verse 2] My rap attracts and re-enacts the facts That's just part of the art of the rhyme tactics Get checked over the ice, I hit hat tricks Hit 'em in the right spot in they head and they hit back...flips My rap give orbits to atlas And balance with the stakes that shakes the rattlers Trees in a chalice, seeds in nursery school And I'm still a father figure to all you niggas Who test the finesse of the fest or rest collective Poetics, poppin' from the proper perspective What's your mission? Boy, listen Do too much more dissin', you're meetin' the mortician Stepped on and trampled for tryin' to gamble I'm a prime example of a rhyming cannibal Razor sharp dart, beams, and lasers Aimed at your neck, to break off the ice glaciers I use reflectors on your motion detectors Stealthy, trained and wealthy Gamed and ready to take names, check Zodiac I'm like Shaq, when I'm rockin' the mic, don't react [Chorus] ("It's my thing") I could give a fuck who honey kissin' ("Hey") Look, money missin' makes me turn to Sonny Liston Mercenary on a mission, enter intuition Conditioned, for all the bullshit you're dishin' I could give a fuck who honey kissin' ("Hey") Money missin' makes me turn to Sonny Liston Mercenary on a mission, enter intuition Conditioned, for all the bullshit you're dishin' [Outro] I could give a fuck, haha