Copper

Lyrics

[Commentary: Phrase] Yeah, new shit Big Phrase featuring Illy the kid Produced by my man J-Skubs Crooked Eye, let's go [Chorus: Illy & Phrase] What's the colour of a two cent piece? I needa witnesser with two 'fore they speak Like "Copper?!", "Copper?!" Put the dude in a cop car, cop car, yeah We hustle even if the crew's got heat Why? It doesn't matter 'cause a dude's gotta eat Like what ya got, huh? Stop yappin' to the copper, copper (Yo, yeah, yeah, man, lеt's go, yo) [Verse 1: Illy & Phrase] Yeah, yeah, thesе dudes is drastic Make moves with balloons, smack wrapped in plastic [?] some booze in cash is So a dude can't score if a dude is cashless Make one foul move and I use the ratchet Hit the blood, hit my shirt, red shoes to match it Gotta shed with the grindstone to smooth the hatchet Swing a axe 'til lobotomise, the dude is spastic And that's just the beginnin', that's just the first innin' I blew it up, man, but Illy gon' burst in 'em He throw fresh like sprite quench thirst in 'em Keep 'em holy, bruh, shut, put the church in 'em These blunt rockers are top notch and they can't stop us So fuck choppers and cunts full o' them, smart coppers We ain't leavin' 'til we finish the biz Illy the kid, big Phrase, man, you know what it is (Yuh, yuh) [Chorus: Illy & Phrase] What's the colour of a two cent piece? I needa witnesser with two 'fore they speak Like "Copper?!", "Copper?!" Put the dude in a cop car, cop car, yeah We hustle even if the crew's got heat Why? It doesn't matter 'cause a dude's gotta eat Like what ya got, huh? Stop yappin' to the copper, copper (Tell 'em, Illy, bring it, let 'em know!) [Verse 2: Illy] And these cats go wild for my rap flow style One of a kind, no one else can match profile It's Illy, on the beat like police, I've been beat by police You beat me on a beat? Please Motherfucker, I'm an open can of ice, whippin' with DJ Severe, we get your cards different Stayin' busy, man, puffin' smoke, sippin' [?] Keepin' distance from any glimpse of a divvy van Hot shit like I'm stolen, lock this While you drop kicks try to chop sticks with chopsticks I got it bagged and moved it, hooked up the movement Squares hate it, crooks love the music Don't confuse it, no love for code blue I do, I don't talk, you talk, I don't do Stayin' not guilty, this is how god built me Still Ill and still always will be, motherfucker, you feel me? [Chorus: Illy & Phrase] What's the colour of a two cent piece? I needa witnesser with two 'fore they speak Like "Copper?!", "Copper?!" Put the dude in a cop car, cop car, yeah We hustle even if the crew's got heat Why? It doesn't matter 'cause a dude's gotta eat Like what ya got, huh? Stop yappin' to the copper, copper [Commentary: Phrase] Yeah, big-ups to the Vic police You fuckin' dogs DJ Flagrant, the motherfuckin' businessman Killin' it on the cut [Intro (Sampled)] Yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah Yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah Yeah-yea-yea Yeah-yea-yea Yeah-yea-yea Yeah-yea-yea