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Rolling 110 Deep
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Ghostface Killah
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Trackateering Music Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all People love to use that quote, "I'm doin' it for the culture" But what culture is that that you're talking about? The one that you claim as a hip-hop artist But won't do the research on hip-hop history Or the one where you disrespect, disconnect And disregard the founding fathers? But you know what? Whatever it is, it don't even matter 'Cause as long as I'm alive I'ma show and prove where this culture came from And what it's really all about I got you, my n***a, yo, ayo Count to ten and then come in shootin' f**k peace, Silverback the new Huey Newton I feel it, it's in the air, white cop with a stare New judge in the chair, this sh*t hittin' the fan But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my sh*t And I ain't leavin' the house without that in my hand And it ain't only the cops, it's n***as on your block That talk like a lil' b*t*h and act like they your man Somethin' like Chris Parker, my Uzi weigh a ton Hundred n***as on the track, then you know I'll be the one To tell n***as to suck c*ck, run and get a gun It's old P, new P, prob'ly layin' in the sun Prob'ly on a P.I., if I call you king I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, n***a, that status go to B.I You can f**k around and get murked like a C.I More bars than jail, n***a, who tryna get a V.I? You dealing with stock owners, conversation with stockbrokers Make a call for coco, smokin' dope from my crop grower The block know us, kush got a funky sock odor How could you not notice? I come from that rock culture Star of the squad but they cannot coach (At all) Louis Vuitton holster, this for my n***as in the cell And on they wall, they got a Nicki Minaj poster The talk's over, no drive-by's, we walked over COB bandana tied to the end of the AR Iller than they are, rhymes so sick, give 'em the day off This is the chaos, Nicolas Cage, face off The dark knight, I make it a dark night when I'm gettin' that K off Better than you ever done, and even officers better run it With the drum, I got a technique that'll give twelve a hundred Now the tables turn, to whom it may concern I used to control more shooters than David Stern With Lucifer, hater burn Yo, I was in the park spray-painting on the platform Patted leather top ten, Space Invader hats on Eighty something, I've been a threat for that long Where a lot of people get poked up and clapped on My job really putting on for the city You get popped like a wheely for saying some old silly sh*t Tell me it'll be safer to say it in Swahili They be wheeling you away if you say it in South Philly Look, thirty shots, I'm shootin' to peel his top When them n***as sending shots, they shootin' to get the spot That I'm in, n***a (Hahaha) You know what it is when I spin the block (Ah) Uppin' this Draco, the witness is still in shock (Brrr!) Fluffin' a brick of the yayo, I tilt them pot (Whip) Tuckin' this fifth, you play with me, you getting shot (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Yeah, n***as still waiting for me to drop (Uh-huh) I robbed n***as for they base and sold easy rock Fur coats and magnums Come through the hall with the big blammers Bentaygas parked, let me handle this Jewelry that's flashy, jeans is a thousand, we slick nasty Pull out a hundred in your housing Yeah, it's raw lingo when the king go Dutch link, nuts big as sh*t, taste the rainbow (Ayo, yo!) Put your paper up and threaten sh*t Or tie something up, send some messages Ayo, ayo, I used to tell a maid, "Sunny side up" Basement, a chainsaw, money tied up Paper bag over his head, tell 'em let the cries out Wave a whole chicken by his legs near the crotch smells Sweating bullets in the tip, blow torching his flesh I seen his face melt, drip gooey sh*t on his chest Watch this motherf**ker beg for mercy Shoulda let his wiz suck my d**k for the time he j*rked me The soldier I rolls with the coldest clique Call me prototype, never had a mold to fit My clothes is dipped, my bros is lit Only time you been sick is when the COVID hit Better get in line, I chop the bass like I'm pitching dimes Code name Coffee Bean how I hit the grind Precision design, exquisite with the vivid shine I'm like a European watch on a different time I used to run around with a MAC-10 Back when I was 20 years old, that was back then (30) 30 clip in the 40, move yayo like 50 Man, I hussle like Nip in the Rolling 60's I was born in the 70's, grew up in the 80's Got the MAC-90, then I went crazy Do the mathematics, y'all can't compete (100) All by myself, I'm 100 deep I was on the first 50, now the powers at a dollar Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor, I president in it Til it's humbling, think you grounded and get punished This the second time Slay needed my two cents to keep it a hundred Who want it? Fake and be a martyr for this matrix? They gon turn up the AC then charge you for the blankets Lux verse mean, got you stuck standing there Like you at a stop sign waiting for it to turn green, what you mean? My soul is never for sale, my youngin' just did a twelve He home just ringing bells, wish him well Me and mines on different times, decline from n***a crimes I'm fine just spitting rhymes, read the signs Body language is loud, cowards hang with the crowd I ain't never changing my style then and now Before that was all that, fall back Official is what you call that I be that Third Coast legend, Dirty South icon Shuttin' sh*t down, soon as they cut my mic on From the first bar down to the last syllable n***as that thought they were immortal find out they're killable Once I see blood I'm like a Great White Catch you slippin' on a late night, and it's no bark, straight bite Watch you bleed out as reality starts to sink in You tried the Triple OG, what was you thinking? I give the coke to your crew, the butter's crazy Fallopian tube, just cut it baby Gordo butterfly collar cover the Cubans You need pads like you and I hope you know what you're doing Some paid 4-5 serious I come through 4-5 serious Slay got me Shade 45 Sirius Gold frame shades 45, Siri I used to be up in a tunnel like a hundred deep Screamin' out Trey, su-woo with a bunch of bees Never tied up shoes, but every night we will run the streets n***a, f**k railin', it was nights I heard my stomach speak Then I start pumpin' that bass like they done a beat Never let sh*t slide 'cause they might think somethin' sweet n***a, it's July, shots get hot like summer heat When I pop up, n***as turn vegan, they never wanna beef I know these streets with my eyes closed, so my worst fear is to die slow Lie low, 'cause in '05 you flipped the five-o And I know, 'cause if Alpo did it to Rich For some bricks, what a flex, he had no reason to lie, po' Alright though, we ain't gotta dwell on the past Devilish laugh, arrow spins I'm ahead of the crash Better the class, when you handle your beef, settle it fast Metal in mask but still keep a elegant class Who the greatest all time? Where them n***as reside? I seen all fifty names, man them n***as done lied I take the first forty-eight, make them n***as retire Last two we could joust, make them n***as my squad f**k them, let's see how the ladies fair Swerve on these b*t*hes like I'm settin' my baby hair They feel a type way, but they never gon' take it there They tryna keep it cute 'cause they know that it's safer there They wouldn't dare I can't explain what I dealt with Know it was all weak and creep and stealth sh*t When I come from under the belt with a metal sh*t Forever Brownsville, no, I never felt sh*t I still got that real world charm, n***a, be alarmed Body armor on, warmer in my palm (NYC) Where you get the storm before the calm OG and we treat it like Vietnam My generation drank forty ounces of Old English to ease the pain Y'all n***as drink White Claws, n***a, we ain't the same (kahm-kahm) It's curfew whenever I come through (kahm-kahm) Kill the f**kery, them n***as can't f**k with me (come on!) I'm really 'bout it in the war Taxiderm' your b*t*h head, mount it on the wall (it's M.O.) Throw it up, n***a, we stand tall (it's M.O.) You know what the f**k we stand for, it's M.O Too many n***as in here, but never follow the script It's movie time, release the clip and have 'em doin' a flip Off-white Virgil, need a whip with the interior Crip On any given, goal to slide, n***a, minus the slip Checkin' n***as outta line, like it ain't nothin' to skip Step in my section trying to flex and end up gettin' you stripped Too many n***as watered down, might go to sinking they ship And if it's beef, I cut the trip, I never pull up and dip It's Precious season, n***a Walkin' in the storm, my face had the hatred in it Moms had the colorful money with the staples in it Grew up street and I stay committed (Yeah) Movin' white back and forth for a green like table tennis Guap was pourin' in, my Glock was roarin' At nineteen, shots hit you like hydroxychloroquine I'm still forty with the forty close In the 840 playin' new E-40 with some horny hoes (Yeah) Finally, y'all been waiting To hear a verse for the economy stimulation With Bible verses forsaken and tribal authorization We markin' as we awaken, the mobsters across the nation Ask doubles next to ride The show gun with Shogun to testify For show somethin', we hold somethin' that electrifies N-1 L-B, no one left behind, pause it Knew I grew up in the road to Pop to give you the shot When I vodka, the glocka Blocka! and blew the dot You want attention? I'll give you the spot And run up on your favorite artist aimin' at him, like, "Do the drop" I smack the cobble out a gobblin' blogger Togglin' robbers with my saliva as hot as a pot of lava And guana, my mama's been on the sly since your "gaba-gaba" Trying to get the drop guava, interior baklava Straight out the Bronx, straight off the fall Straight off the motherf**king claw for who's settin' it off Blocks where they spark a lot, click with the Glock a lot Catch you at the parking lot, park you in your parking spot n***as know it's sex money, flex money, they do a lot What's better than more letters and buddha spots? Buck fifties for n***as that don't do a lot Go ahead and get your shooter; get your shooter shot Shaq Dies', front if you want Flow through the spirit of Kobe, I don't puff on no blunts My estate got a shuttle, you punks Funny thing I got places in my place I ain't discover in months (Months) I naturally hover above 'em, I'm Kal-El Touchdown in the arena, the crowd yell And if they want beef, I'm ringing the cowbell This crispy cream make 'em ring like they found Mel Jones, and I don't need no introduction I'm the best, pound for pound, it's no discussion Seen some mass destruction, this how I leave n***as area Me, Shaq and Gunz, nothin' scarier A nightmare on Elm Street when I hit the booth A motivational speaker when I speak the truth Come down to Pensacola if you need some proof I could mess your smile up like a missin' tooth Ahead of my time, but still a league of my own I tried to quit, but danger won't leave me alone If you ain't got the right price, stop callin' my phone M-mister, y'all must've forgot the king of the throne Aw man! Ayo Kay! Ayo what up Red Alert? I don't think they ready for this Well they better tool up cause I ain't done! When you hear the shots I'm not doc*menting, I'm 2Pac-umenting I'm one of the Beatles, how I'm whippin' from that Lennon Bye-bye, hater, real n***as winning The 4th of July don't tell me I'm independent (Nah!) I'm killing it, bro, my motive locomotive Zero to ninety-nine like my Netflix loaded (Get em'!) Telling your boss brick city boys is fire Never mind, half of y'all be talking through the wire Meet me and slander me, so that's why I'm slayin' you n***as Never knew what hit him, got the doctor X-rayin' you n***as Turned you to a victim, man, I sprinkle some yay' on you n***as They thinkin' it's drug-related, gotta weigh on you n***as All on the radio with the beef, got 'em sweatin' like they was Keith And it's never gonna be peace, I'm shooting up your album release Baggin' bricks with your niece, come and get you a piece I'm taking responsibility for the murder increase, it's Buck Kay wanted me to be one of the buck because I been a buck Back when a pack of Newports was a buck, I was a young buck On the corner of [?], kids from [?] was hoppin' over the turnstyle To set up shop up top, by the Jamaican spot My joints have been a bop, from vinyl, cassettes, CDs and streams On every Martin Luther Boulevard they payin' homage to the shooter from Queens Right now you wanna be this cracker from Queens Fact though, I'm covered from special fleece to my Wallaby Supremes This one image is unblemished without one gimmick your line of scrimmage, I cross it in one sentence The core writer for those that lost sight of the [?] now head the words of the poor righteous that build with mathematics for those whose path is empty But y'all know math was in me for the past half of century Now do the knowledge how the real writers do it Cause I want the smoke, charcoal, and lighter fluid Talk sh*t, but I could back up game The way you silly motherf**kers on the mic, talk the same ole same How you wouldn't hesitate to kill, buck, rack, attack Ask him if he step to Shan he said, "f**k THAT!" Bullsh*t! I'm not the one to get with Pressure giving you [?] give a f**k what I hit I play your songs like a lullaby to put me to sleep And I see ya like a pu**y thats this deep KRS is big and scary I'm that legend, getting cream, legendary Hear me, I rocked this, shocked this, hip-hop this I woke and I wake up this, rappers are not this The hotness, I would knock some of these rappers out But you can hear they already unconscious I got this, on the top list, fake, I'm not this Temple of Hip-Hop, rising to the top, kid Every verse is a persecution, it's murder music You get cursed, the room is like army, they get the hearses movin' Fire sh*t, you get burned and ruined, it's burnin' fuses Bunch of designer, heard a human loses, deserve these bruises (Go) Nobody tellin' me that it could ever be somebody better I got a vendetta, I mean every word, every letter Ahead of my time and you know not to ever put me in position It's time to put these rappers out of commission All I spit is dope and after this, y'all gon need an invention Taking it back to that driving ambition Look up to Twista How I be killing em like I'm in Wimbledon I make a sweep when I'm doing the murdering I put the cinnamon up in the pendulum Minimum damage I would never do I dead em like a barbiturate Omni-vorous with the flow It don't matter which bar I bit you with I could reorganize the confusion of a child Pharaoh Now munch on that food for thought from a p*ss poor pimp from the ghetto (Hmm) I am approaching so I hope you're using a radar Causing beautiful chaos in this unusual seance It's me again All I be is win Never if, If you see a lens its probably CNN or a gif I could rat-tat-tatter your brain matter get scattered and served up on a platter they call it data Baiting cappers, I'm more like Beta Kappa, I'm great Like your great great grandma and they Wanna protect what this Great Lake grammar It's Rivers, thats why I gotta be called Decide if you fall Or have to wear a thought or break outside of the law And fight for yours You're dealing with a lock smith My mindset is too meticulous Rhymes melt when I sing like the wings from Kid Icarus Every rap is indicative Diction is like a diction I'm ditching the status quo to inhabit flows that I stitched in You're pitching garments each comment is like a gauntlet A conscious effort to execute rappers that try to test it exit through my excrement through my intestine Intestinal fortitude afforded you Is what you left with I'm so Bronx, n***a, my middle name is Jonas BX microphonist, also known as The Bronx bomber, comma, hip-hop's Barack Obama Osama, Dalai Lama, either way gon' be some drama I'm the one even your momma fall for I'm droppin' the bat and take it first n***a ball four I'm roundin' the bases while n***as trip over they shoelaces With they screwfaces, mic broke in two places Ayo Kay Slay we can't let the BS slide The game ain't been the same since DS died Got five n***as jumping out the GS5 We leave the gun smoking like a PS5 DS5 the street rap, somebody tell me where the streets at This that sh*t to make the heat clap From my n***as selling cheap bags Them n***as keep straps, the Onyx is the kings of that street rap It is Sticky, don't make me put my hands on you n***a, I could tell you what each one of my fingers do My pinky finger, that's with a pink ring at And my ring finger never put a ring on that And my middle finger? That's how I feel about that I use my index finger to make that thing clap And my thumb, I ain't gotta use for that So I put it in a b*t*h ass while I f**k her from the back I race the motherf**kin' track like a poster, posture I'm blowin' up in this b*t*h, you know, apple on ya And anytime I did a rhyme, I did it for the culture The doctor said I need a coach, I might have the wrong one I beat the sh*t and now I'm like a hundred times stronger Run for the block and flip in rocks to a stock holder Hold my composure, bring my hand up when the shots over A hundred deep with the soldiers, and we shoulder to shoulder Yo, I live a DJ's dream, hearin' fans scream Cash in my hand green, they wanted to ban me 'Cause most of it was actually at last, me and Slay connect n***as know that I'll come, we got mixtapes with features better than your album Dance master with the street sweeper For you heat seekers and them double D call ladies And now G thieves My mixtape gave your boyfriend power Holla at me when y'all got my flowers I'm Junior Reid, I run these streets Killin' all these hip-hop beats Hey, I just came in the feat One last time and yeah, we came here to eat Murderer! When I roll, you know I roll leaf My hand stay strong and you know we don't cheat Trap for the money and you know we don't sleep Wais P, you should have game me the whole song (Why?) 'Cause I'm doper than the sh*t Demi Lovato overdosed on Put a ho on every corner you post on, poison potion Give you my life on every track that I spoke on Blow bullets 'til the barrel is hot enough to cook coke on Phasers photon, never on stunt, give you the whole drum Wanna know why I'm on the second run? I go dumb Plus a hundred rounds beats fifty in any gun Always been disrespectful, never been polite Slay got me on the record with a bunch of n***as out like (I really don't care) Them n***as corny, their verses is not hard Probably like ten rappers on this record that I got robbed I'm the truth, I'm just realizing my worth n***as gon' turn this sh*t up after they hear my verse (I don't blame 'em) And f**k whoever feel disrespected n***as gon' be mad Kay Slay put me on this record (Ah) The best ever, bulletproof, the vest leather Head shot, talkin' big bags of cheddar Harlem, we run sh*t, you fags sleep Cemetery, last stop, your bag's deep Six feet, gun and a mask, my team creep Mausoleum, you can see it, your team's sleep Harlem, mob style, we run sh*t Sheet rock, bury n***as for dumb sh*t Grenades, bombs and rocket launchers The smell of dead bodies, the odor comes back to haunt ya Gucci vests from Dapper Dan, mountains of blow on a glass table Look like a goddamn avalanche Construction bags of snow, one scale One doctor just in case your blood pressure fail We got diesel, weed, coke and lean by the pail Two phones next to that old b*t*h out in Wales You could have a hundred verses from a hundred persons But this one emerges and its curtains when you get to squirting on a piece of [?] Detroit is a mind set As soon as the verse ends you rewind it Knowing that the Drama king was behind it I'm Page Kennedy don't let the last [?] Get your ass kicked by a movie star that looks more like an [?] Get your bifocal lens You a fighter that wouldn't even punch vocals in I take it back to the essence where it all began (Yeah) Hip-hop, the original man First emcee ain't my claim to fame 'Cause I been getting money, ain't a damn thing changed I'm Coke La Rock and I'm still on the scene (Let's go) The true OG to the culture you're in Bronx legend, respect the crown And pay homage where it started, we call it the Boogie Down I got the power I'm Putting in, punching the clock like the '99 '89 before that seventy-five When I was around and I first rhymed While many searched hard for punchlines I had some that you cannot find Had some that you can't rehearse All I had to do was voice a verse, the Kay Slay show DJ Kay Slay, the drama king Rolling 110 deep That's right! It had to be done! Everything revolves 360° What comes around goes around Bring it back to the talent over popularity Start talkin' to the people Instead of about the people Don't test me You f**k around next time I do rolling 200 deep on you motherf**kers!
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