Stick ’Em

Lyrics

[Intro: J-ROC] Stick 'em Ha-haha What up, what up Yo, check [Verse 1: J-ROC] Verbal genocide demonstrator Killa Dilla straight and we come from a iller nature Illustrator, be a painter, Basquiat Bagging groceries, nothing on top of the bread in the basket, the money Literary metaphor military Not a team colder or frozer, nigga this Ben & Jerry's The world is mine, excuse my inner geologist The novelist jotting shit as hot as a fallen comet is Ironic how it's crunch time, you Nestlé, get ate up The reason your trunk got epilepsy, nigga shake up [E-FAV] And wake up, bake up, cake up, we on your tail, nigga Clocking overtime, hold back off my genitalia Look I'm tellin' ya, the way we move With precision is a tool, too, too cool for school Still got mad A's, so stuck in my ways Verbs swerve word play art swords stay sharp Just to back you niggas off, paper growing like moss Picture clearer than a vase, sharper than a tip of darts So glorify your cards, you've been losing from the start, nigga [Hook] (Get down) Brrrrr, stick'em ha ha ha, stick 'em (Get down) Brrrrr, stick'em ha ha ha, stick 'em (Get down) Brrrrr, stick'em ha ha ha, stick 'em Ha ha ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em And get down, and we could, we could get down baby And get down, and we could, we could get down baby And get down, and we could, we could get down baby And if you're liking our sound, then we could we could get down! [Verse 2: LAZ] You niggas better not - in the air I know you feel it My legs killing, get my cardio from chasing paper to the top Climb like stairs of skyscraper buildings Fall fast like you jumped of the ceiling See, lose what's given I earn what I keep Got rhymes beside my drive just like the passenger seat Get live, the Roots with Jimmy Fallon playing a beat No one better than me, no one better than we (C S F) [Ilajide] We fall quazars running the game, Kabal (Ay dog) this is a trailer to the real shit when it pays off 'Til it pays off (borrow, borrow) shoot 'em Kilimanjaro The lyrical bow and arrow, the beat is jumping, Kintaro So pump up the fucking volume - and bang it Wizardly similes tend to be who remain nameless Lord Voldemort, your heart's at top, nigga back it up now I'm fucking Sektor with sound, them uppercuts from the ground, check it out [Hook] [Verse 3: E-FAV] It's like we GPS and Google Mappin' no place in particular Syllables out the syllabus, verbage extracurricular Fill 'em up with the unleaded, now your career is dead You dealing with a monster, not triple shit, it's quadruple headed [Ilajide] ? preparing for the win as thin as spaghetti If we don't get it get ready for the guillotines and machetes The spirt of Urameshi whoopin your fleshy-fleshy Watch me flash it backwards, and call it dyslexi-lexi Keys to my mama's Lexi, I thought it was ready, ready Then she left the boy behind, no g-note for ? [LAZ] My cuts heavy As a fucking medieval sword stuck in some stone, the blade buried It's wins and losses, I'm a champion already Starting with an L like you named Larry [J-RoC] Hot as a barrel of smoking pistols Molten lava milita, God bless 'em I'll get a tissue The abysmal visuals of a genius choppin' up syllables Stranger to intervals on this odyssey, need a miracle No prisoners, my favorite color is murder backwards Charles Manson dancin' all over your favorite rapper Re-enacter of the Detroit riots, revolution They say only the strong survive, evolution I'm in love with the game in a violent way Love/hate Take this hand grenade serenade Boom!