Lyrics

[Intro: Franchise & DJ Rated R] It's Ill Spoken, Franchise (Let's get to the base; Let's do it) Yo, I've been illin' since a youngin, and I'm still the truth (Ill Spoken, How High) Just give me a microphone so I can come conceal the truth An animal, the way I kill this booth Untamed, so put your shackles down 'Cause this Gl— Illin' since a youngin, and I'm still the truth Just give me a microphone so I can come conceal the tr— Illin' since a youngin, and I'm still the truth Just give me a microphone so I can— [Verse 1: Franchise] Illin' since a youngin, and I'm still the truth Just give me a microphone so I can come conceal the truth An animal, thе way I kill this booth Untamed, so put your shackles down 'Cause this Glazе heat, I'm here to tackle now (Woo) Beat it up, get inside the track's mid-section A flow this flame could only be a clear blessin' (You know it) That Pittsburgh black and gold, you know what they're reppin' (412) It's Steel City 'til I'm clear breathless Or on my way to the gates, blowin' haze 'til I'm near Heaven Calm dude 'til you tick me off, then I appear devilish (Uh) Slice the flesh, break 'em down, eat 'em Dahmer style (Ooh) Tim McVeigh when I play the way I'm bombin' sounds TNT through your speakers, we the real roasters (Uh-huh) The kill smoker and The Ill Spoken (Let's go) So that's more words, more herb, potent for the smoke session (Uh) Only the finest cheeba when we blowin' reefer [Interlude: Beedie & Franchise] Uh, yeah, Fran' (Uh-huh) And that's the shit, you know? I feel you (Oh, you already know) Ayo, we gotta come together, man (For sure) This the 412 union (Let's pull the curtains down and count this money, Beedie) Ill Spoken (EZ Mac, what it is?) [Pre-Chorus: EZ Mac] It's gon' be 412 'til the death of me And if a homie got a problem, he can let it be 'Cause if he mess with me, I'ma turn his life into a playground ('Ground) What you haters gotta say now? (Bitch) [Chorus: EZ Mac & Beedie] So what it is? (What it is?) What it do? (What it do?) When you see me, I be chillin' with the crew (With the crew) It's for the 412, homie, this is our year (It's our year) So what you think you doin' here? (Haha, yo; PotentProduct.com) [Verse 2: Beedie] I got my grip up on the gauge (Who wan' play?) With a Ziploc of haze, always rockin' fresh shit up on the stage (It's what it is) I guess it's just how I was raised (Look) We can unload four grips on the page, no matter difference in age (Blaow, blaow) So check the stake (Ayy), your mind said as you slackin' a packet of Mac in the back of the truck (Well) I don't give a fuck if y'all don't like it, 'cause I'm ready for war (Uh-huh) Step outta line'll get you cut with a machete in four It's The Ill Spoken and Franchise (What?) We stand high, pockets fat like I'm pant-sized You man's try to tell his fam how he ran pies But, damn, why you gotta lie? I only talk about my life when you fantasize You stay aside (Biotch), 'cause this is real man business Head to the top whether or not you can feel that, bitches (Uh-huh) 'Cause now I'm rushin' in ya spot, let me do my, do my thing (Thing) We could blow away the world with the shit we soon to bring (What?) [Interlude: Beedie] Ya dig? And that's just what it is Hey, yo, EZ Mac, man, I don't think they really understand When we tryna tell 'em this a movement, man We comin' up, tryna do our thing, East End Empire, man Holler at us [Pre-Chorus: EZ Mac] It's gon' be 412 'til the death of me And if a homie got a problem, he can let it be 'Cause if he mess with me, I'ma turn his life into a playground ('Ground) What you haters gotta say now? (Bitch) [Chorus: EZ Mac & Beedie] So what it is? (What it is?) What it do? (What it do?) When you see me, I be chillin' with the crew (With the crew) It's for the 412, homie (Yo), this is our year (Ill Spoken, it's our year) So what you think you doin' here? (Yo; Wrap it up) [Verse 3: EZ Mac] See, these Elmer MC's will get stuck just like some paste And everybody else, get the fuck up out my face (Bitch) Y'all comin' for my spot like you runnin' in a race Like you runnin' from the jakes, but you runnin' in your place (Ha) Roll a blunt up with some haze, get blowed and lay straight My hustle to make cake Cappin' cats, play my tape, so come out your Bathin' Apes If you ever look to battle, find me in the Crooks & Castles I'm a fresh lil' rap pussy, I'm automatic, watch me auto-Mac it I just thought I'd rap it as I kick it back Relaxed, I'm swag up in a Starter jacket (Damn) That's easy, laid back in sweatpants Come up to a bitch, kiss her left hand, let's dance (Hey, baby) I'm a gentleman, don't make me lose my settle, fam A bomb in this telegram will send him down to Neverland (Ha) La La Land, stars and cartoons Aquaman here to split you with blades and harpoons (Chyeah) [Interlude: EZ Mac] That's how it is, man, you know what it is How High: The Mixtape, Rated R, DJ Diggz East End Empire, homie And all the family, the whole fuckin' family, let's get it [Pre-Chorus: EZ Mac] It's gon' be 412 'til the death of me And if a homie got a problem, he can let it be 'Cause if he mess with me, I'ma turn his life into a playground ('Ground) What you haters gotta say now? (Bitch) [Chorus: EZ Mac & Beedie] So what it is? (What it is?) What it do? (What it do?) When you see me, I be chillin' with the crew (With the crew) It's for the 412, homie, this is our year (it's our year) So what you think you doin' here? (Haha, yo)