Rap City

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Billy Woods] They feeling it, L's in the sky, we concentrate on trees like they bonsai Ethically cope with cod, but dead sober when stakes is high Blood in my eye on the cover, who can't be stopped Early nineties hospital smock, chucking cell in my hand [?] I don't need to land, 1492 green island, red man The most beautifulest thing in this world is a fool proof plan Could have fooled me fam, famous last words Like lets pool these grams, a wolf in sheep's clothes And here to rule these lands Terminator X how the speak with they hands Spark the beef while you can worth of your man (They got the ill communications) Stack bricks in secret like a mason seeking full illumination Wake up in brand new world next to the same old girl Succulents and [?] in a colorful swirl, compliments to the grower Put twenty-five on that doja, it's the 09 operation stack-o-la [Verse 2: Priviledge] And some [?] ways and means [?] Fictitious [?] factual remedy Actual pinch-y, natural splintering of wood grain [?] home invasion [?] entering phases, fixated in a Freudian fashion Latency placing me outside the [?] of patiency Pleasure pleasing pursuits, Jim Martinis [?] driving roof, perfect picture, observe the scripture Operating [?] from based organization chased [?] rooms Sheraton convention rooms, spaceship pews Dry chicken dinner few pepper flakes [?] the faces of them fools Them rules 'round determination to loose all Dog-arn screws, too tall tale twisters Wring [?] all [?] 'til they purple Sitting there discussing [?] with Angela Merkel You are gone [Verse 3: MarQ Spekt] Eight-ball in the palm of the hand, yours an easy payment Lower your blood clot pressure, there's agrees a statement These rappers rap, so y'all ain't seem creative, but in reality It's no substance, just inebriated, we ain't invest in assets They just appreciated, so you goddam right I gotta write [?] The pigs came through and had you hogtied And I ain't gotta let this song cry, to catch The long eye reach search groups like the Carlisle Build your burgers or ask Asher Roth child I cut a line in his face, he looking argyle Oh yeah baby dog you know it's all mine The invisible Iraqi armor stockpile And I wouldn't son y'all nigga, you just my godchild When I take from thieves, that made God smile Biting in the back seat, fucking Trump Show you what he [?] you mother skunk Who wanna rump, black out, he a ugly duck He got it bundled up, he cup runneth all over When he run amok, he ride the beat like a dun ta dun Pull up alongside y'all niggas and jump the trunk It's to my crooks who got they reps on the street And to them cops that was dead on the beat They'll make you put your head with your feet Ain't the type to pull it, he just a cyber bullet He quick to turn out when shit get wild and [?]