Property of Spitkicker.com

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[Intro] Control Control-alt Shift-command Commanding crowds Crowd option Vehicle option Instrument enter Quantity 17 Play back Property of Spitkicker.com [Verse 1: Posdnuos] Yo, a slow burn we are Last long three-man act to wake up your thermostat Blind through the property line Creative minds crossover and back Scribble with a knife to earn that slice of life Cock back, aim, shot the name wherever the price is right The pain earned is the pain learned, and heads talking like Byrne Connect (To the same as it ever was) Respect the land 'cause it never floods and well irrigated Looking for my vanity, it's there, the mirror hate it And stated, stop being an MC and give your verses more weight By being just M-E, thoughts are oxidized when I spit 'em out And my lungs prefer tastes, encrypted words laced to get them out home With removal service to get kings out the throne (More hands on) With hands upon the neck Of a voice magnifier over decks The sound is found at the youngs in the batch Lovely how I let my mind float You can catch me in the early morning Find me up with no yawning Haven't been asleep, I'm on cue 8 in the corner pocket from the booth, all 24 hours like it was our debut Life edited my etiquette Dreams beyond your eons You can't wait this out Start blitz, starring – it's that crew who never call the splits Convey lines made from outer spines So the nerve of us to be so damned crush Grit like JDL and we sip from the grail Where the current course connects, so we're not unsung Just vets, this mission's undone [Hook: Roc Marciano] We getting loot in this, you new to this We true in this Baby, you already know who it is We been doing this We been doing this Been true to this since Yoo-Hoos and tuna fish Catch flights, hit the stewardess We been doing this We been doing this [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Yo, it's a honor and a pleasure Rappers is not try'n to see me, like a diamond tester I'm on the low, I'm like a silent investor Well dressed, my suit and vest is never polyester (Never) Keep a shottie on the dresser My queen look like a young Pepa Up in the plum compressor My tongue is forever under the weather, however My heart was still lighter than a feather Culturally, snort 'em like coca leaf Them niggas suck more –– than –– with no teeth On the low low in my Polo tee The show cost money, but the promo's free My pit collection is interesting No steel, but still niggas will feel threatened My genetics is Kemetic Driven in Lamb's, I was looking angelic Psychedelic, if niggas like it I can sell it But I don't fuck with that sweet shit, I'm diabetic This is rapping at its peak Your bird's steady yapping at the beak of a parakeet You're not unique, you're no Kool Keith Your shit is more parrot-y (Parody) To get with the iller rhyme distributor A verse might run you a year's salary [Hook: Roc Marciano] We getting loot in this, you new to this We true in this Baby, you already know who it is We been doing this We been doing this Been true to this since Yoo-Hoos and tuna fish Catch flights, hit the stewardess We been doing this We been doing this [Verse 3: Dave] Yo, put that bread on all fours – The Catcher in the Rye New York City lights look better in July 4th, no fireworks will dangle in the sky Like right there, feeling the night air Promoting the fair fight Square dance, men at the faceoff Crooked eye letters from Madoff apologizing Long journeys walking cold hard facts Once you turn up there, there's no turning back From "Rock Co.Kane Flow"s to flows that are crack In the hemline, verses on the land muddied your man The hard work you threw on the scale, damn I'm Joe Pesci on the Dish, so messy on the disk Puerto Rican mamis call me "flapi" Leap a tall feeling in a single bound Way over your head like my ex-girl talking 'bout mind sex (Well, you're a dickhead) Two ticks away from "Aww shit" 'Cause I'm an old fart Go campaign DAISY Age Dave fresh like a pound of sage Decorate the paramount figures Watch the way they crowd the stage Sipped Crown, but I was down in age See the sailor took a sip, saw the whole ship drowned in grey Classmates couldn't find the page Had the answers written in my palm ever since prom was paid [Hook: Roc Marciano] We getting loot in this, you new to this We true in this Baby, you already know who it is We been doing this We been doing this Been true to this since Yoo-Hoos and tuna fish Catch flights, hit the stewardess We been doing this We been doing this [Outro: Roc Marciano] L.I., nigga L.I., baby Pimpstead to muhfuckin' Amityville We been doing this Uh... yo, it's an honor and a pleasure (It's a pleasure)