Consequence | Funk Flex | #Freestyle037

Lyrics

[Intro] You know it's Queens all day! Shout out to the Tribe! Q-Tip, Jarobi! Busta Rhymes, Ali Shaheed Muhammad! Rest in peace to Phife Dawg, Linden Boulevard You know what it is! Litro, what up? Let's go! [Verse] Yo, no slightin' to these younger rappers But I'm the worst nightmare for a mumble rapper Cuz every time I rap, it makes their head spin That's why I catch more bags than overhead bands That when the drought ends, then I'm Ieavin' New York And you can find me on a leisure resort Cuz my features got me featured on The Bleacher Report Cuz the scene that I discovered was the key to the sport So I treat competition like a no-look pass Cuz you ain't gettin' no looks, so I pass in the past I kept a pistol in my parka But lately I been thinkin' 'bout the future like Larsa A microphone monster, so respect the drugs And anyhow your bush is whacker than Luke and Butch The win gon' never look like Luke and Laura Cuz a gorilla pimpin' out boots to Dora A tanned down arena's how I'll kill DeLaura And that's another feather in my cap, a fedora So why you reward her with gifts and heavy bags I've been in the gym getting it in on that heavy bag Safe to say, until the ock is gone Then life is just a fight inside the Octagon And I been rockin' strong since black rock We're all going off like a bomb, indeed, that's the cause [Interlude] You know it's Queens all day Check it Ohh! [Verse 2] I might not have got rich but Rich in the Creep Squad But now we run the game to the point I'm starting to breathe hard Cuz these dogs are all bark and no bite Get they heart broke for takin' home a strobe light I need a Coors Light to toast with my core fans And a promo code to order more Vans I'm the man like Seth Rollins Who only got more checks once he left pieless Coming once, yes, you better do the knowledge Or, get the demo, take the mileage Or get a balance on your college tour 'Bout a connoisseur who's kind of sore That I ain't get the proper kind of shine before So, all hail or all hell will break loose Over these great beats that came from the great duke Shoot, after this loop, I need a shooter bad 'Bout to book the scene, put up the line no one look to have Ha, cuz all I make is classes Give hold the classic Known to stretch a dollar like Mr. Fantastic Known to stretch a dollar like it's made out of elastic Another ghetto bastard Yeah, shout out to Trigger Treach I know a bunch of Internets that deserve the trigger next See I'm the bigger threat to the powers that be If you ever been in debt, you know to take to that leave So as soon as the leaves abound the fall and autumn I look down to plead against any foe who afford 'em Every code they taught 'em stuck with me, Velcro Went from railroad to Melrose Silver shells toll to the bell toll This is Queens, nigga, let's go! [Interlude] I'm not finished yet Nah, nah, I'm not finished yet Uh-uh, I'm not finished yet Let's go! Yo! [Verse 3] I'm a backpack rapper so backtrack the statements All you trap rappers should look on in amazement It took hearts, the basement, and a crackhead landlord The fool who got the props like fuck y'all would've danced for I'm who they go ham for like the cast of Hamilton You paying for the box just like shipping and handling And gambling at the wrong poker table I'll keep it sterile in this bitch like a horse stable Remain faithful to all these worried marriages It's worth working out because I've seen worse marriages Become horse and carriages, as long as you a strategist Whose flow is known to decompose all these savages Man, listen, I was a savage at 21 like 21 Savage I guess I had to make a lane like 8-track pants Playin' in the streets tryin' to keep an A average But the latter of the two of 'em made my momma panic Because the morgue had more and more bodies I'm just a soul inside of a mortal body So I hope you get the picture and the photocopy I've been with the shits like a port-a-potty So once I've got Ferraris and Lambos You know them automatics spilled out with ammo You get the clips to your head like some lawn's cover Trust me, I ain't the one you want to cross, brother I've seen kids get killed for talking out across color I've suffered the same fate as Trill Sammy Trust me, I know how it feels, family I know how it feels when you've got the same will as Uncle Phil's family For real, that's why I've got the balanced bars Yep, yep, and I can move an onion like a salad bar With y'all watching my bread like I'm about to count a car As we count it off One for the top shots and stolen cars And the girls at the top shop with stolen cars Givin' top in the drop top with no regard While we scream from a drop top the world is ours So to see you play and hatin' this is so bizarre 'Cause had you would've welcomed us with open arms You would've known the heat was coming like a smoke alarm But I've been typecast like a broken arm But that ain't mean I'ma be broke for long Cuz despite all the BS and broken bonds The Tribe came back strong and that's word to bond [Outro] Queens all day! Holler at somebody real!