There Will Be Blood

Lyrics

[Intro] Can I do it? Yeah! Can y'all do it? Yeah! All together now Ahhh... [Verse 1: Celph Titled] If me and some rap faggot have static We can go to war, at your show you'll need flak jackets Strapped with automatics? No, we use bats and hatchets Give the microphone a drug test, I spit crack at it from crack addicts Approach your A&R with an AR Based on a true story, I spit H-bombs in every eight bars When Tony put his face in that snow I was writin' them flavor flows And yeah, even my worst haters know that I'm a player for sho' They be like, "Yeah, I'm with you Titled." Bring bitches back to the pad like a menstrual cycle You walk around like you some kinda thuggy guy I know you ain't Diddy but I can make you see through Puffy eyes [Verse 2: Sadat X] You know my stats, boy, you know what I'm workin' with Firearms of various calibers penetrate I'm the hate that breeds hate, nah, let me illustrate Time stands still on the day that's slow With me it ain't about the show, it's 'bout the proof I heard an amp from the roof Make any fatal move and this is a stick-up You sneeze or even hiccup, you layin' flat You wanna face this rage? Somebody threw some meat in the cage Wear armor, you can call Obama, call your mama I breed armies, make men out of boys I'm the tactical General Patton from BK to Manhattan You frontin', you lame, treat your whole squad the same [Verse 3: Grand Puba] I don't play when it come to this I rule the mic with the iron fist Compile data, then I make the list Grab the wack, threw their ass through trash They're empty trash, so they don't exist Since vinyl words flow like herds of rhinos Leave your ass trampled when I'm runnin' on the sample A showdown at sundown, these verbals I run down Will leave yo ass dumbfound, you thought you was gunned down Rhyme style mean like a dope fiend lean Head against the green and you face the guillotine Grand Puba, there's no way you can dodge Better off tryin' your luck in Las Vegas at Mirage [Verse 4: A.G.] Been through ups and downs, never touched the ground Like girls with the big butts, never fucked with clowns I let the music take over me, words flow through me Truly the best, that's why niggas keep quotin' me I'm the baddest nigga livin', average niggas don't stand a chance I danced in France, put hands and feets on beats Put fans in trances, Amsterdam is A place where I sin, get that yen in Japan, kid The Swiss mountains, I got a Swiss accountant Chick with a fountain pen, keep my chips amountin' To somethin', my grind is unparalleled While y'all niggas keep on horsin' around like carousels [Verse 5: O.C.] Yeah, mind over As a matter of fact there's no practice needed See, I'm matched bar none When it's all said and done up, the last man standing is proof Who has the biggest brass in battles, a crafty McGyver E'ryday things 'round me work to my advantage Preempt the plan at random So every livin' soul on the planet understand this As some often say, the heir is apparent I'm that Maltese priceless art, there's no biddin' On an auction block, fortune of Fort Knox Off top or written, each vowel takes precision Knockout solidifies when they fight over decision [Verse 6: Diamond D] I got the flow so cold niggas call me Chilly Don't ever press up, fam, I smack you silly If I'm all out of dutches, I pack the Phillie On my J-O-B I mack the millies And I'm all about stackin' my chips Gettin' dome in the back of the whips, start smackin' them hips All that slick talk'll just get you smacked in the lips Game time, fourth quarter, back to the blitz You can't move me, shake me, break me, make me Be somethin' I'm not, niggas wanna snake me I write by Skate Key, right in the 'X Big Diam still writin' the checks, holla at me