[Eliozie:]
Take a step back, you busy moving behind me
Way too high of altitude for you to even find me
You tiny, I smack your little hiney, you slimy fucknut
There ain’t a word in this world that define me
What’s up? We got a runner, a roadrunner
Load the chopper gunner, take him out inside his own hummer
Misuse drugs daily, become a recluse
Get loose, I guess that’s always the excuse
Magnificent, sophisticated rhythm, I define
Overdrive, go check the definition
Make a precise incision and proceed with decisions to kill ’em
(Kill ’em all) Position with that over-ambitious condition
This is how I do all of my operations
I’m never doing anythin’ in moderation
And I never give anybody co-operation
Nope, never, not once, not even on occasion
[Terror Reid:]
I got these sucker MC’s wrapped around my finger like some rings
Now bow the fuck down to The King
Don’t be playin’ with the West Coast Super Saiyan
I hear you talk a lot of shit, but ain’t shit until you get to sprayin’
Stay payin’ all my bills, poppin’ on my pills
Robbin’ all the banks with my GTA-skills
What’s the beat, kid? This shit a banger, Tanquer –
– ray up in my cup, I hate to sang it
In love with the money bags
Motherfucker spittin’ out shit like a white ass
Rollin’ fast down your block in a ski mask, lookin’ for a dollar sign
Where the weed at, huh? Bitch, I seen that
I’m a Sticky icky nitpicky, tickin’ time bomb
Swear on my mom’s, yo, my shit is beyond
Givin’ you a cold shoulder to cry on
I’m in the corner with a cap, I’m spraying Krylon
[Eliozie:]
Infect your mind with my intellect
No indirect attackin’, I be on my best
And then I’m always every day to keep the world upset
I’m living ‘ere-up-in-ya head ’til you snap ya neck
Lay low for a second, then I come back up
And act up on you cunts, then I ash my blunt
Inside ya eye sockets, shoot rockets that can’t be blocked
And every year wanted a model where I can’t be stopped
The radius is infinite, so if you think that you can hide
You better go find another shelter to go inside
Different planet to inhabit ’cause we cannot coincide
On this one, I don’t have a fuck to give, son
Let the beat drop to keep on my feet, hot
Say one wrong word, you kicking your teeth knocked out
You on the verge of death, begging me, please stop (please stop)
But I’ll never stop shit, just sippin’ my tea pot
[Terror Reid:]
I – murder da beat and drop it off on your front porch
And that’s the real reason why your parents got divorced
There more coke in my day than Scott Storch
The human torch, put me out and throw me overboard
Doobie lit, duelie cocked, machete in my sock
Duly noted, but I knew you was a cop
And that shit ain’t gon’ fly, I’m a smoked out, bloked out
Sword swinging kinda guy, and I’m tryna die
Get outta line, son, and stay there
I pull up with more snow than a Coca-Cola polar bear
Stayin’ dope, I poke a lot of smot in the parkin’ lot
Takin’ up three handicap spots
Grab the cash up out my palace
Sippin’ on Dom Pérignon out my chalice
Trippin’ like Alice, straight malice, throwin’ off your balance
Bustin’ rap so fast, I give your fat ass a callus
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