Nero Caesar

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tek] Ayo, al-Amin, that's my attribute (My attribute) Yeah, I heard your album, them bars was cute Them homo blondes got you beggin and cryin' There's real shit goin' on, babies are dyin' (Word) Save them nursery rhymes for the kiddie books (For the kiddie books) 'Cause I'ma give you grimy bars and wicked hooks Snatchin' diamonds and rippin' off pockets Cuttin' faces and shootin' off rockets (Boom) You wanna sing for the people and them bitches? Pretty boy, snitches get stitches (Word) The respect level is obsolete (It ain't nothin') Me and you could never rock on the same street (Naw) It's by chance that our paths crossed (Paths cross) 'Cause you pussy and your man soft (Man soft) You better pay for better protection Or get smitten by the Smif-N-Wessun [Verse 2: General Steele] Yeah (General), yeah The Don King bars (King bars) Godzilla, Silverback, King Kong (King Kong) On my B.I., shout to C.I., bing-bong (What up?) Get it rockin', still be at your doorbell, ding dong (Ding dong) Drop jewels, other rappers sing songs Monkey Barz, Sean P (P) for life, ink on the arm (Uh-huh) Cuban link with the charm (That's right), the squad grind militant Peace to Gods and the Earths, Allah shine infinite (Shine infinite, knowledge, knowledge) Yeah, consider this (Uh-huh, consider this) Say what I mean, penmanship legitimate (That's right) I don't business with citizens insignificant (Naw) This street shit get intricate once you enter it (Let's go) No backseats, no patsies, no coincidence (No coincidence) No statements, no cooperatin', this killer shit The beat bodied, the mic massacred livestream (Livestream) Smif-N-Wessun turn the booth to a crime scene [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, I sent for the blitz This dummy went around his elbow to get to his wrist (Stupid) Never apply pressure amiss (Nah) I'm lookin' for a shooter, I will get the assist (Bah-bah-bow) Headshot and your brain bleedin' (Yeah) I'm comin' with a giant like Bobby "The Brain" Heenan (Hahahaha) Y'all both got shot for the same reason (Bow) This the final phases of war and I'm King Stephen (I'm the king) Solecism, Vivian Grey I got shooters in my bloodline, Jimmy and Jey (Acknowledge me) You lookin' at a hawk with a beak (Bah-bah-bah-bow) We ain't pump-fakin', lil' homie, talkin' is cheap (We ain't talkin') We was at the Aragon wildin' (Yeah) Dump the body off the Farallon Island (Yeah) Never fold at the appeal (Nah) Put your shoulder to the wheel (Yeah)