Beast Ballad

Lyrics

[Intro: Juice] Ey I swear there's nobody in the industry fuckin' with Chicago rap niggas Believe me I give it to you niggas if you want it This for you, Va What up, P [Verse 1: Juice] I'm the grimiest nigga With the weapon, I'm smackin' ya A legend like Acura Plus I'm ryhmin' with vigor With a better work ethic, they say I might-a been Jigga There's no regrets, the flow is wet, my nigga, cry me a river Exceptional vernacular, weapons spectacular And I'm never satisfied, somebody grab me a Snicker Named J-U-ICE like the diamonds that glitter When rhymin' in a blizzard, seein' me's like tryin-a get a lining with scissors Plus I'm throwin' back a fifth of that Dom, my nigga, it's fryin' my liver Supplyin' the piff and they fryin' in infinite I don't even gotta try to get ignorant Like Theo and Vanessa dad I can deliver it Plus I do it just to brag, I am an intricate rhymin' wizard Intravenous dope up in every rhyme and I'm spittin' it It's like I'm puttin' coke in every line and you sniffin' it Plus I carry a nine, Terry Shine, I'm rippin' it "Rhymefest" ("Rhymefest") [Verse 2: Rhymefest] I am not here to spit metaphors or create dances I am a can of whoop-ass ready to open Willin' and hopin' you would provoke him Try to insult me, I will punch you in yo face until my fists start smokin' Till my hands start soakin' in the blood from the wounds that was open From the shit you was talkin' out of motion I'm emotionless, I beat you to a Pulp for yo Fictional Some old John Travolta shit, hocus pocus, bitch It's the magic show, spooks disappear down the rabbit hole LJ guerilla warfare, my shit's tactical I hold grudges, see it's better, do not touch it Fuck with, walk away from me, man, say "Fuck it" You don't want it, get stomped by the Brown Hornets Vakill, Crooked, I and J, we all on it Keep your friends close, your enemies closer Fuck that, kill your enemies, yo, this ain't Oprah We gon' ride (Oh-ohh) "Nino Bless" ("Nino Bless") [Verse 3: Nino Bless] Look I don't give a fuck, my motto is live it up Keep your glass half full, see mines, I fill it up You want war, please give it up, the gig is up I'm sick enough to penetrate the before this vinegar Yes it's Brooklyn's crooked minister Spit conscious shit, then push some kush when I finish up I administer the sickest of scripts since That Indian that wrote the script to the Sixth Sense You lames spittin' should quit and go back to 'caine-pitches 'Cause you insane, you must be on whatever Wayne sippin' Got your blood on my blade drippin', I ain't kiddin' I pierce your chest like a [?] , you lay stiffen Dog, I stay trippin', you know I was playin', pimpin' I end his life cause this wasn't in G and Kane's vision Yeah I'm game uptown for that same mission Aim-clickin', bang-spittin', flame sick as Twain's diction "Crooked [?] I" ("[?] I") [Verse 4: Crooked I] Yeah, even though I'm holdin' hot burners This killer is colder than hyperthermia A single round spin you and sit you down like a hernia Me and Rihanna, we got a separate definition for 'disturbia' I'm mentally disturbed, nigga, I'll murder ya That prrrat put a peephole in your flesh A keyhole in your chest Then I open up your torso Just like a door, so Death can walk in Negro, I'm depressed, please know I'm a mess Send you right upstairs Gun treat you like them Billie Jean sidewalks, the way they light up squares Yeah, kill kickdrums, tie up snares Wanna describe my flow in one word? Try 'unfair' Tireless nights I spit fire into wireless mics 'Till I expired its life, until my life expired I'm fly as a kite And I'm firin' iron that'll turn any Iron Mike into Brian McKnight Mmmwwaaa, good night "Va-kill" ("Va-kill") [Verse 5: Vakill] I'm hate's Cupid on a poison-tipped arrow assignment Strapped until you're powerlinin' My barrel alignments never minded enough exposin' bone-marrow confinement Non-rhymers' subconscious is vicious Only pussy gettin' past these bars is conjugal visits Ganja exquisite, when inhaled conjure a vision Explicit as point blank with a rocket launcher [?] My physic's the Lord's best-kept secret, swept under His rug Cracked the earth with a thunderous thud I work wonders with slugs, I'm a blunder with blood It will spill until the angels come and plunge in the flood [?] thugs at fist point This that new Chi, necks frosty, bars is Windex-glossy Next costly mistake I'm squeezin' Tecs [?] Any nigga that plans to ex-off me Ain't got two snowballs chances on an anatomically correct Frosty You ain't heard no bars that's inhuman and wild Mushroomin' a cloud till all you bitches consumed in a pile God and Satan reunion is now And if Obama gets shot there'll be more blood in crackers than fuckin' communion allows Can't shit breathin' dishonor these verses Only cracks you'll find in my arm is 2 for 5's if the fuckin' economy worsens (Oh my God)