Billy Goats Gruff (Ricanstructor Remix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] Yo, you got to get it how you want it, know a nigga need it Hunger. Someone got to feed it Don't want beef 'less I got enough to eat it Stack up one by one 'til I got enough of weed—it's sick Focused on unlimited shit Same time, mind'll grind 'til I finish the shift And when it hits, I'm calling it quits Break shit, split, cuss, spit, screaming, "Suck my dick" Make hits. No time for games—let's grab this Sack your quarterback and delay his passes The game says, "Hut." The gauge says, "Catch this" You win, we replace Gatorade with acid (And) And that's high school shit (Word) Now we competing with The Devil at collegiate levels Avoid the meeting of the flesh with the piece of metal Walk like Jesus, the rebel saying, "Peace," to the ghetto [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and Poison Pen with Biskuts Scratches] (x2) One, two, three Billy Goats Gruff—another one after me Don't really want to cause no casualties Drop massive, larger than gravity [Verse 2: Poison Pen] Anything that roll over my tongue and hop over my fronts And manifests itself, if I speak, is real Bring that soul where I'm from, run blocks over for fun You can't protect yourself. You could keep your deal I'd rather put out my own hot shit Then to deal with these filthy cunt twatlicks Malcolm-X-style: get your hand out my pocket We're not the best now? I'll cut your man out my profit All he do is say, "The album's coming," nod his head in the studio And he copped a Hummer? I'm sleeping on the floor at my grandmother's What's wrong with this picture? We charge through and y'all yelling, "What's wrong with these niggas?" All I want's what due to me, what's due to Vast And what's due to Breez. Let's do the math Let me see y'all books—our accountant's here, nigga Who's the giant who will beat ass? Vast Aire, nigga [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and Vast Aire with Biskuts Scratches] (x2) One, two, three Billy Goats Gruff—another one after me Don't really want to cause no casualties Drop massive, larger than gravity [Verse 3: Vast Aire] My Atoms Family gruff, niggas is rough We want the sky and the ground—we can't get enough You might know us from our gravity bars and The Sun, the Moon, the stars, and such and I don't need permission to cross the bridge 'Cause she had six drinks and I'm up in her ribs I rhyme like Prisma with a darkness to it When I see the finish line, I got to run right through it There's no "maybe" or "I suppose," nigga I'll spit a flow and you could look at my nose, nigga I ain't lying (I ain't lying) We got a Stronghold, now you crying (You crying) Your shirt's burgundy—now you dying. Let me find out You was talking shit at your hideout This beat is off the hook—I hope the beat drops out When the last Atom splits, you're gonna fall out [Outro: Poison Pen and Vast Aire] [Poison Pen (Overlapped with Vast Aire)] Yeah. "Billy Goat Gruff" Remix. Breez Evahflowin', Poison Pen, Vast Aire, dude my Ricanstructor. Midwest hold tight. Yeah. That's what's up [Vast Aire (Overlapped with Poison Pen)] You know'm saying? That's how it goes down, niggas. Atoms Fam, Stronghold. Breez Evah, Poisonous Pen, Vast Aire. Wha-what, wha-what?