What Can We Do (Parts 1 & 2)

Lyrics

Part 1 [Intro: ANoyd] Let me ask you to improvise, man (Yeah) Well what can we do for you? Statik Selektah [Verse 1: ANoyd] ANoyd stab you in the air when he speak So why you frontin' like your shit ain't leak? When it sounded like I make curated tea The other side of the same one-way street Said I'm the best what? I'm fucking next up, like airplane sleep And I'm taking off, like the national anthem and wearing hats And to the heart, no mirror match, it's a pigeon, a pterodact' You fear the fact, a fan dressed in all black, Ms. Mary Mack Bottle service, what I bring to the table got flavored tags I stain you cats, so from here on, stop it See the fear on ya' shit, face looking like a three-pronged socket Electrifying, my desert, the whip stand You holding the hourglass while sinking in quicksand I did you dirty like old bad boots, scuffles and slap-boxing Class hopping with a foot in the door, seen it sasquatching I found myself in my reflection, I'm back watching Benefited off of looking in mirrors, I'm hat shopping You can see the Alibaba shows Surprising this Lady Gaga in some dyed out clothes And ta-da, revitalize, they idolize my flow And they shit be sounding like they reading wifi codes And voila, every vocal is just important as their Half and half is getting to listen, other's hoping they care, yeah My true color and temperature vision thermal Delivery made the push less painful like epidural, 'Noyd [Chorus] Well what can we do for you? [Interlude: Crimeapple] Whoa, yola La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Whoa, whoa [Verse 2: Crimeapple] I'm just cut from a different cloth Shit he snort made him look like Mickey Rourke in the face We just want paper plates, meetings with paper planes But I keep having nightmares, word to Dana Dane I heard the misericordia, let me splash the water Achieve the white salami, autograph your daughter She just wanna make some IG videos I just wanna be mentioned amongst the billy goats Snoopy and Charlie Brown on me, a silly coat Hooter coming right back bitch, no Arsenio Drop a few papusas on Crestview, wet fumes A bunch of graduates from out the rec room All say my shit the stupidest But ain't no guarantees with this music shit My primo told me, "Bro, the piff is ludicrous" Pure Father Montega left amor frozen This atrocious metriata like a swarm of locusts, whoa [Chorus] Well what can we do for you? [Verse 3: Avenue] Yo, this morning I woke up and scratched the numbers off Need at least a mill by next year, I'm giving the plug a call Lot of slow leaks in your circle when I can plug 'em all When ya'll was getting rich off of purple shit, I was cutting hard I ain't never lied in a verse I wound up being dead broke when You're alive but just dying is worse I made real niggas cry with my words Shit I might hit Styles for a verse, reporting live from the curve I reside where niggas rhyme on the 1st and on the 15th And if your name good then niggas sliding you work I got one goal and that is to bring it back to my era The good karma's, more commas like grammatical errors I don't get caught up in the chatter, I just laugh and do better For Statik, a potato on a barrel for whoever Even in the summer, my sterling is dragging the pavement And I got hammers in the attic, blowing weed in the basement We ain't dig in the safe in a while Pop told me if I wanna make it work so we gon' take it to trial I'll be damned if I slip up now No celebrating prematurely 'cause I can't afford no hiccups now I'm all seasoning the coke that I cut through And when them parlays telling you they straight Nigga guess who they come to? Started taking shit serious and look what we come to There's a lotta things that I can't undo but we here now [Outro: Avenue] Ayo, this Av, nigga, period La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Part 2 [Intro: Nick Grant] So what can we do for ya? Yeah (Statik Selektah) Yeah, uh [Verse 1: Nick Grant] Young nigga living, jury and the feds watching me Trying to war with the king, niggas don't think logically At any moment, God reward me for my modesty Killers dump the body, leave you stinking like rotting meat Blasting, smoother than Billy Dee in "Mahogany" Fashion, model figures disown a Wallabee Bragging 'bout the days when you was a shooter When you run into some real ones, they want you to prove it How could I trust you? Don't even trust the ones I grew with Niggas stupid, catching bodies then YouTube 'em Just to hang, boy, you tie your own nooses I can see the snake in your eyes, you throwing deuces, yeah No soul reflect on my best years This the flow forever gon' stress peers Please, I'm the dopest you never heard Like a crack fiend's screams, falling on deaf ears Yeah, so ferocious, uh, flow is potent, yeah Hit the pussy then I hocus pocus Praying my karma don't curve back like scoliosis If niggas don't know how to play it, throw it to Kobe I gotta let you know though Feel like James Evans in the hood with the flow though Started with a band, made my money solo Careful, could be standing by your killer in these photos, bang nigga [Chorus] So what can we do for ya? [Verse 2: Millyz] My kind of music is embalming fluid I'm prime influencing, it ain't that hard to tell that I been through it Brazy back then, even my momma knew it Kinda foolish, quick to crash out like Osama fluid RIP to the Towers In real life, I really feel like I'm Tommy in "Power" Not to mention that I'm co-signed by Tommy in Power So when my stars align, I'ma shine on you cowards, look Like really, how I'm 'posed to relate? To these artificial artists, I be knowing they fate Monkeying round you could get a hold of your date This the flow that drown rappers, Stat, show them the lake Splash, air bubbles from the gasp Air bubbles in my sneakers, writing Brody in the max Biggie in the speakers when I'm opening the pack Mike sold him my apartment cause we both was in the trap Hmmm, I'm headed down to Lollapalooza The car with the shooter will probably make you swallow a Ruger Hop out a Uber and bust you for an awkward maneuver I stomp an intruder then dip into the jar with the buddha It's Milly [Chorus] Well what can we do for you? [Verse 3: Chris Rivers] Young but I'm gifted like stork visits Flip birds like caught pigeons, I'm cooped and it's off limits My material can buy these Timbs in New York fitteds It's my pedigree, raised by the pounds that I brought, bitches Hoid up, got the polar, bad flow, no one colder Heir to the throne, no colder, bad to the bone like arthritis An author write it on auto-pilot And caught pics while your daughter ride it, she so excited No X's in site, just O's and commas, so know the drama Deep like penmanships and ocean's harbor Ill Will Smith then hold the llama For all who brought the drama, this ain't Broadway mama Me, I been M.I.A to the bullshit My demons straight, I could demonstrate what the truth is Been ruthless since I was roofless, sleeping on properties Woof, it's just dogs barking up trees with the nooses A nuisance, a new kid on the block of the movement And proof that I'm Whoo Kid's fingertips on the groove, this So who dissed that nigga that you been sleeping on? My temper peaking, you never see, I'm like a see-and-saw We the law, if you can't follow the words Just keep your ears to the streets or you might swallow the curb The concrete though, calm steelo, my arms swing low Sweeping bitches off of they feet, the Bronx hero It's Rivers [Outro] So what can we do for you? It's nothing like sitting at home, let me tell you that Well what can we do for you?