The Exclusive (Bar Scene)

Lyrics

[Intro Skit] [Verse Snippet: Oh No] Look into the depths, two steps with many men Crept from the left, hold your breath, rest severin' Riddlin'em, the goodness, dope fiendin' next to 'em Out of last breath, but shit's done, simpleton [Transition] Definitely in the house Ox city, Professionals in this motherfucking house Put it up, all of it Yo listen, listen up [Verse I: Oh No] We always go coasting, volume to the maximum Windows up, hot-boxing on passengers Second hand, grab you by the neck with the stamina Stim propid, I can't let you slide, you back with the Vengeance or menace it's Madlib and Oh No The sick siblings, my spit shifting, ground shaking Businesses is dis business, specialized in physics And physically remove gimmicks, lyrically I kill it With the hand able hands, the illest dismantle y'all plans With wired colored tennis, explosion Heads up like ram collision, damn Y'all vision is just worth a gram, imperial Scratch the cereal we coming to get you man Don't even ask who slams like Saturdays When the masters ran wrestling Bam-Bam Bigelow, on fire that nigga with the realest flow Deuces up, Madlib laying the beat is criminal, what [Verse II: Oh No] Listen, niggas be panicking I sky walk my days like Anakin Debating to choose the dark or light again In spite all the haters is tryin'em It's nothing, forget about 'em We shake the spot just by riding On and off stage I rampage Three beats in one campaign as if I only know one way My soul is opposite of cold, woah, so late For the shot to the store lane, lines in the okay Corral, western hemi-style till I'm D-O-A I'll O-D y'all to the face, P-O because we don't play My mouth by order, by coaster, your girl's bisexual Tryin' to get by me closer and all I do is push the glance further Killin' her ---- I guess I got a gang of murders My slang is service, in serve the real in converted samples Pieces of inverted changing out my cats financial I branch like trees, cut up trees Live off trees, breath oxygen, smoke up leaves Choke up flim and spit that green with a hint of tobacco Outlandishly, blunts rolled is all I need With more speeds getting faster than a hundred g-forces Rip your face off, of course call your reinforcement This is strict nine delivering to UPS