Intro Flow

Lyrics

[Intro: Hollywood] Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Hollywood You're getting ready to see life how we live it, like we see it This was from the bottom, Houston, Texas From the hood to your hood Pimps, hustlers, money getters, ex-cons and cons It's real, it's real out here [Verse 1: K-Rino] The other day I discovered I wasn't born from my mother My daddy strapped up but somehow I developed inside the rubber Word patterns, I'm holding a uncountable assortment The first man to put a body inside of a glove compartment My delivery sticks you with hair-trigger calligraphy wizardry The flu left my body 'cause it was sick of me Challengers don't wanna hear what I wrote So get a punchline, I drop rappers by clearing my throat My pen is messed up, it need to be fixed It's been used more times than food stamps by project chicks Them weak documents you wrote boy, don't ever submit 'em Rappers that died years ago is still afraid I'ma get 'em You think you deep, boy? You couldn't read my mind If I took some paper and wrote M-y M-i-n-d on each line Pass me the mic and in twenty minutes time I'll beat more raps than Michael Jackson and OJ Simpson combined
I hate your freestyle, I wanna pop ya with lead The only flow you'll have is blood off the top of your head Imagine yourself bludgeoned with a car fender You'll get drunk inside my sixteen bars 'cause I'm the bartender Any phrase you blaze I'm wrecking that I drop ten too many verses on a 25 second track They fall while I might check in the beats Like a car in a collision, you'll get wrecked in the streets [Verse 2: B-1] Take five fingers, fold 'em and get a fist Or take one index, squeeze the whole clip Anything harder than this, name the price on it You can bet the wager with your money or your life on it I put my stripes on it, any nigga try and test Put him on blast like a man tryna wear a dress Told AC day one I'm a factor I'm bringing MO City and a bunch of bad actors Two Ks pointed backwards, but G Rap We military minded getting money in the trap B-1 certified OG And we riding with the three and the SPC [Bridge: Young Clint] They like, "Yo, man, who is it?" The Spokesman and The Wizard Spitting flows as cold as North Pole and in a blizzard [Verse 3: Young Clint] It's time for Young C-l-i-n-t, the [?] Spokesman Got rhymes I'm ready to push like a shaken up Coke can My music abuses fools who choose to commit the truest Don't want any of you to confuse the reason I do this It's sixty percent for the love, ten percent for the change And the other forty percent is for exercising my brain Leave competitors in hospitals feasting on IVs What drives me is to know that you niggas don't like me You think you can fuck with my rhyme, huh, wanna bet 'cause I done survived two tracks with The Wizard and ain't got murdered yet [Verse 4: Ms. Trigga] It's that chick you niggas love to be with, hate to compete with Word on the streets these hoes claiming they got beef with The same bitch when I spit I'm making niggas stumble 'cause when I step upon the mic, embrace yourselves, hear me rumble You crumble at the sound of my name I got these niggas flipping like an acrobat and fiending my flows like 'caine Now it's a shame when I got in this game You cats underestimated me, now the coldest ni**as in pain I'm raping their fame, start shit, bitch, better guard your frame You're insecure with your career? Shit, then dodge the game Beware Ms. Trigga ain't no bitch in my veins I'm down for whatever, it's clever [?] whether I'm addicted to pain [Verse 5: Infamous Black] Ayyyy, what? It's Infamous Black A small introduction to the future of rap A downfall for thirty days and the sound hard facts Of my pain and my blood, I laid it all to the track, 'kay And K say, "Man, you got my back?" Most definitely, you remember that "Mo' Gangsta" track? When we rode on them busters, we ain't cut 'em no slack Matter fact we doubled back with a max for the stacks Give me that, it's probably best that you save your [?] 'cause when they tied up the gimmicks, your shit sit on the shelf We keep it moving, nigga, from right to left Plus we here to kick knowledge like cousin Jeff So when you see me on the streets, nigga, check yourself Bow and pay homage to one of the best, nigga