CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Rolling 110 Deep
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
How you 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' nine trey, su-woo with a bunch of bees
Never tied up shoes, but every night we will run the streets
n***a, f**k growlin', 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 (You're as cold as ice)
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 mob been on the sly since Yo Gabba Gabba
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
Media slandered 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 promenade now heed 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 a 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
Itchy trigger finger, watch me finger f**k it, n***as bust and
Squeeze the biscuit, hit him in his english muffin, repercussion
Call the homies, n***as spray the corner, now they fallin'
On the white sheet and bars, drag rappers by they wife beater
Drama King told me "Drag, go stupid," so ima go stupid
Made this fitted cap a drop top, almost mini couped it
Stick shift, automatic, automatic big clip, round clip
Hit a n***a while I downshift, yeah
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
We a hundred deep, don't give a f**k 'bout your capacity
They tell me who they favorite, I ain't hatin' but they trash to me
Y'all know this my world so ima hold it down like gravity
I'm bitin' that's a casualty, I'm blowin' out your cavity
Keep a pocket rocket for the people pocket watchin'
Pull up with a Glock and c*ck it, got you beggin' not to pop it
Y'all gotta stop I want more cash and more bags
I went on a run like I'm [?] from [?]
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
Injest them and exit through my excrement through my intestine
Intestinal fortitude afforded you
Is what you left with
I don't smoke, but stay with a sig like Mary Kate Olsen
'Cause my patience short as the (?) , I ain't a
Fashion over model that swallow rappers for follows
Just for mentions on blogs (?) like Ed Apollo, but keep the toolie
Pockets blue like Tookie, patience short as uzi
You a groupie, you a red like Mickey, you look like a goofy
Out your kufi, yeah you out your top, thinkin' you gon' move me
You like Sookie, you suck d**k for chips, I'm too rich and choosy, b*t*h
I ain't gotta tell you what I've done, who I am, or where I'm from
If you don't know it by know then you just DUMB
I ain't got know pistols, inf beams, choppers or no dracos
(?) or no bankrolls
I buy shares, land, LLCs and payrolls
Kuwaiti and Bahraini dinar, gold bouillon
Mutual funds, n***a f**k a dollar and a peso
I got 7 investors that'll invest when I say so
(?)
Yeah I'm underrated and I never sold my soul
And I never switched slang to sound southern when the game changed
n***as say they real, til you see 'em on the real
Then you find out they a b*t*h ass n***a, just with a record deal
For real, the internet gon' get these n***as killed
Hide behind that keyboard cuz, gon' make some blood spill
Insecurity gon' make this .45 open up your mind and bring enlightenment
And then you'll have more clarity
If I roll a hundred deep it's two hundred fists, two hundred feet
At least a hundred guns so every n***a get one apiece
b*t*h, I'll p*ss on the tombstone that you underneath
This sick, don't play this sh*t if your stomach weak
I can stomach beef, I done faced danger
I squeeze like a waist trainer and you a (?)
I run the streets, so when Cass scheme, that mean
They gotta get shot like a mandatory vaccine
It's the West Coastin', New Yorkin', low-ridin', crip-walkin' n***a
Anyone can get it, mask like the pandemic
n***as mad I don't pick up, I got multiple phones
Slay took a month to find me, got multiple homes
Pop off, my black talons will bullet your vest
(Gun noises) 300 blackout, fully surpressed
Cut through your whole crew like a saw blade
Then up at Mr. Chao's eatin' saute
Look, for my next verse I done left Earth
The internet done triple my net worth off a sweatshirt
Expert, I let the teks work, your neck chirp
Been a devil, bench press metal, I'm doin' chest work
One of the deepest, see you've been warned
Please believe you're now lookin' at Jesus in human form
I'm Jet Li, respect me like you speakin' to Scooter Braun
The newest legend in the league, I lead with my shootin' arm
They like damn we ain't heard from you in a minute
sh*t get great from my present see b*t*h I'm gifted
They said it's only right they callin' me cold see I'm the sickest
I heard it just like Curse of the Lottery you hoes is scripted
Don't get it twisted me and you was a difference
I'm a superstar you role playin' b*t*hes is pimpin'
Oh and did I mention, keep me up out your mentions
You b*t*hes ain't soldiers y'all just be wantin' attention
This homicide was prophesized before I was a toddler's size
Any job n***a, I am overqualified
I'm the kind of n***a whose cloth it be hard to find
Integrity? I put mine over dollar signs
A n***a play me, then he out his mind
As long as my n***as is winnin', I ain't gotta shine
If you can't see I'm a G, then you kinda blind
Die 'fore you disrespect me, n***a, bottom line
Return of the barbaric barbarian bar spitter
Bar 9 bar guns ballin' like bar mitzvah
You bar 9 your bars done I'm Barific
My bars gifted real rapper my bars Christmas
Cooked like a bar & grill I spit these bars in your grill
Homer bluehead keep a mag I'm Bart Simpson
My bars mentioned muscle bars I'm bar benchin'
Tear dancin' have a beer and cheer these bars pimpin'
I see these n***as flex as if I ain't one of the best at this
And wonder why I'm attacking the mic like a pessimist
My name should be next to excellence, bless the globe
With the pestilence, like methodin', and put in work like a Mexican
A record for killin' tracks, somethin' like John Gotti's
What he have, like 19? I just caught 99 bodies
Slay, I'm sorry, I know this hip hop camaraderie
But since nobody body me, don't accept my apology
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
They told me pu**y and paper go together like problems and pistols
I'm a problem to pussies who want to play with my issue
I'm pullin' rappers close, that sh*t you wrote was half-ass
I'm way past first class, laugh when your hearse pass
Kill 'em with kindness, Kind EDI the highest
Me, Noble, Slay, you can see we the flyest
We load the spray, pu**y n***as retire
100 deep, now you can watch us rise up
When 'Rock the Bells' dropped, I was locked into hip hop
Fresh off the porch with my brother Sean's boom box
Around the same time when I heard Illmatic
I was on my block, sellin' long dimes to the addicts, yeah
I remember back when Rae dropped the purple tape
We was young Outlawz, tryna raise the murder rate
Me against the world when I first heard Doggystle
Still screamin' "f**k the world, doggystyle"
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 ace the motherf**kin' track like a pro's supposed to
I'm blowin' up in this b*t*h, you know, Apollonia
And anytime I did a rhyme, I did it for the culture
The doctor said I need a culture, I might have the 'rona
I beat the sh*t and now I'm like a hundred times stronger
Run for the block and flippin' 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 can't be defeat
One last time and yeah, we came here to eat
Murder!
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
If it's beef, then we don't make up after talkin'
It's a high chance you gon' be with makeup in the coffin
I think I bust the rhymes the way that the cops claimin' us
Like "put your hands where I could see before it get dangerous"
f**k twelve and whoever gave 'em information
State property parties, you wanted invitations?
You don't wanna do that, family
Them people gon' have to move your family, it ain't a movie though
Wais P, you should have gave 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 I don't like (I really don't though)
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 off 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 spit stupid, you just stupid
Don't even walk off your porch, you should just stoop it
You too b*t*h for this goon sh*t, it ain't just music
We shoot you and jam to your death, no Rick Reuben
Yo my gun blow drumroll, til it unload
Or til the gun broke, then punch holes through a chump's soul
I'm muggin', it's just jokes, I'm friendly and sh*t
Get higher it's the highway to heaven, I'll send you a lift
(Gunplay)
(?)
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
(?), unfamiliar? Google more
(?) out the humidor, wise man, who foolin' more
Prove me wrong, told Kay Slay I would do the song
Move along, if you ain't about that communion, dog
Through the fog of darkness, the world be in peril
'Til we expel the devils and renew the godly process
I'm blessed, not pressed, but I'm vexed, the game culture
Brothers obeyin' other suckers who ain't of us
We reppin' that red, black, and green, that's a thing
Like pythagorean themes and the data in the machines
The latter means I saw a lot, Earth a tour spot
Stil we universal beings, this rehersal VN
PS, we turn T-shirts to tuxedos
(?) with no GMOs or cheat codes
The power is in lovin' the death of your own ego
OE go, that's that Brooklyn
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
f**k chill, i think it's time that people really know
What's real, nobody else get to spin it
I know these haters won't condone, everything I own
Pointed at the throne, and I don't care who's sittin' in it
Bank on that, nobody son trust
After the clashes and the ashes come dust
You came for the fame, you gotta do what one must
But me, i'm only here to eradicate the unjust
Real talk, motherf**kers the worst
They ain't grow into f**k n***as, they were suckers from birth
Rub shoulders and then it's over, you touch 'em you cursed
I can't wait to put love in reverse
The verse woulda been iller if it wasn't for Slay
He said "'Sau it's for the culture, not today"
I said "cool, and usually you're always right
But just remember culture vultures ain't always white"
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!
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
How you 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' nine trey, su-woo with a bunch of bees
Never tied up shoes, but every night we will run the streets
n***a, f**k growlin', 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 (You're as cold as ice)
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 mob been on the sly since Yo Gabba Gabba
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
Media slandered 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 promenade now heed 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 a 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
Itchy trigger finger, watch me finger f**k it, n***as bust and
Squeeze the biscuit, hit him in his english muffin, repercussion
Call the homies, n***as spray the corner, now they fallin'
On the white sheet and bars, drag rappers by they wife beater
Drama King told me "Drag, go stupid," so ima go stupid
Made this fitted cap a drop top, almost mini couped it
Stick shift, automatic, automatic big clip, round clip
Hit a n***a while I downshift, yeah
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
We a hundred deep, don't give a f**k 'bout your capacity
They tell me who they favorite, I ain't hatin' but they trash to me
Y'all know this my world so ima hold it down like gravity
I'm bitin' that's a casualty, I'm blowin' out your cavity
Keep a pocket rocket for the people pocket watchin'
Pull up with a Glock and c*ck it, got you beggin' not to pop it
Y'all gotta stop I want more cash and more bags
I went on a run like I'm [?] from [?]
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
Injest them and exit through my excrement through my intestine
Intestinal fortitude afforded you
Is what you left with
I don't smoke, but stay with a sig like Mary Kate Olsen
'Cause my patience short as the (?) , I ain't a
Fashion over model that swallow rappers for follows
Just for mentions on blogs (?) like Ed Apollo, but keep the toolie
Pockets blue like Tookie, patience short as uzi
You a groupie, you a red like Mickey, you look like a goofy
Out your kufi, yeah you out your top, thinkin' you gon' move me
You like Sookie, you suck d**k for chips, I'm too rich and choosy, b*t*h
I ain't gotta tell you what I've done, who I am, or where I'm from
If you don't know it by know then you just DUMB
I ain't got know pistols, inf beams, choppers or no dracos
(?) or no bankrolls
I buy shares, land, LLCs and payrolls
Kuwaiti and Bahraini dinar, gold bouillon
Mutual funds, n***a f**k a dollar and a peso
I got 7 investors that'll invest when I say so
(?)
Yeah I'm underrated and I never sold my soul
And I never switched slang to sound southern when the game changed
n***as say they real, til you see 'em on the real
Then you find out they a b*t*h ass n***a, just with a record deal
For real, the internet gon' get these n***as killed
Hide behind that keyboard cuz, gon' make some blood spill
Insecurity gon' make this .45 open up your mind and bring enlightenment
And then you'll have more clarity
If I roll a hundred deep it's two hundred fists, two hundred feet
At least a hundred guns so every n***a get one apiece
b*t*h, I'll p*ss on the tombstone that you underneath
This sick, don't play this sh*t if your stomach weak
I can stomach beef, I done faced danger
I squeeze like a waist trainer and you a (?)
I run the streets, so when Cass scheme, that mean
They gotta get shot like a mandatory vaccine
It's the West Coastin', New Yorkin', low-ridin', crip-walkin' n***a
Anyone can get it, mask like the pandemic
n***as mad I don't pick up, I got multiple phones
Slay took a month to find me, got multiple homes
Pop off, my black talons will bullet your vest
(Gun noises) 300 blackout, fully surpressed
Cut through your whole crew like a saw blade
Then up at Mr. Chao's eatin' saute
Look, for my next verse I done left Earth
The internet done triple my net worth off a sweatshirt
Expert, I let the teks work, your neck chirp
Been a devil, bench press metal, I'm doin' chest work
One of the deepest, see you've been warned
Please believe you're now lookin' at Jesus in human form
I'm Jet Li, respect me like you speakin' to Scooter Braun
The newest legend in the league, I lead with my shootin' arm
They like damn we ain't heard from you in a minute
sh*t get great from my present see b*t*h I'm gifted
They said it's only right they callin' me cold see I'm the sickest
I heard it just like Curse of the Lottery you hoes is scripted
Don't get it twisted me and you was a difference
I'm a superstar you role playin' b*t*hes is pimpin'
Oh and did I mention, keep me up out your mentions
You b*t*hes ain't soldiers y'all just be wantin' attention
This homicide was prophesized before I was a toddler's size
Any job n***a, I am overqualified
I'm the kind of n***a whose cloth it be hard to find
Integrity? I put mine over dollar signs
A n***a play me, then he out his mind
As long as my n***as is winnin', I ain't gotta shine
If you can't see I'm a G, then you kinda blind
Die 'fore you disrespect me, n***a, bottom line
Return of the barbaric barbarian bar spitter
Bar 9 bar guns ballin' like bar mitzvah
You bar 9 your bars done I'm Barific
My bars gifted real rapper my bars Christmas
Cooked like a bar & grill I spit these bars in your grill
Homer bluehead keep a mag I'm Bart Simpson
My bars mentioned muscle bars I'm bar benchin'
Tear dancin' have a beer and cheer these bars pimpin'
I see these n***as flex as if I ain't one of the best at this
And wonder why I'm attacking the mic like a pessimist
My name should be next to excellence, bless the globe
With the pestilence, like methodin', and put in work like a Mexican
A record for killin' tracks, somethin' like John Gotti's
What he have, like 19? I just caught 99 bodies
Slay, I'm sorry, I know this hip hop camaraderie
But since nobody body me, don't accept my apology
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
They told me pu**y and paper go together like problems and pistols
I'm a problem to pussies who want to play with my issue
I'm pullin' rappers close, that sh*t you wrote was half-ass
I'm way past first class, laugh when your hearse pass
Kill 'em with kindness, Kind EDI the highest
Me, Noble, Slay, you can see we the flyest
We load the spray, pu**y n***as retire
100 deep, now you can watch us rise up
When 'Rock the Bells' dropped, I was locked into hip hop
Fresh off the porch with my brother Sean's boom box
Around the same time when I heard Illmatic
I was on my block, sellin' long dimes to the addicts, yeah
I remember back when Rae dropped the purple tape
We was young Outlawz, tryna raise the murder rate
Me against the world when I first heard Doggystle
Still screamin' "f**k the world, doggystyle"
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 ace the motherf**kin' track like a pro's supposed to
I'm blowin' up in this b*t*h, you know, Apollonia
And anytime I did a rhyme, I did it for the culture
The doctor said I need a culture, I might have the 'rona
I beat the sh*t and now I'm like a hundred times stronger
Run for the block and flippin' 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 can't be defeat
One last time and yeah, we came here to eat
Murder!
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
If it's beef, then we don't make up after talkin'
It's a high chance you gon' be with makeup in the coffin
I think I bust the rhymes the way that the cops claimin' us
Like "put your hands where I could see before it get dangerous"
f**k twelve and whoever gave 'em information
State property parties, you wanted invitations?
You don't wanna do that, family
Them people gon' have to move your family, it ain't a movie though
Wais P, you should have gave 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 I don't like (I really don't though)
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 off 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 spit stupid, you just stupid
Don't even walk off your porch, you should just stoop it
You too b*t*h for this goon sh*t, it ain't just music
We shoot you and jam to your death, no Rick Reuben
Yo my gun blow drumroll, til it unload
Or til the gun broke, then punch holes through a chump's soul
I'm muggin', it's just jokes, I'm friendly and sh*t
Get higher it's the highway to heaven, I'll send you a lift
(Gunplay)
(?)
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
(?), unfamiliar? Google more
(?) out the humidor, wise man, who foolin' more
Prove me wrong, told Kay Slay I would do the song
Move along, if you ain't about that communion, dog
Through the fog of darkness, the world be in peril
'Til we expel the devils and renew the godly process
I'm blessed, not pressed, but I'm vexed, the game culture
Brothers obeyin' other suckers who ain't of us
We reppin' that red, black, and green, that's a thing
Like pythagorean themes and the data in the machines
The latter means I saw a lot, Earth a tour spot
Stil we universal beings, this rehersal VN
PS, we turn T-shirts to tuxedos
(?) with no GMOs or cheat codes
The power is in lovin' the death of your own ego
OE go, that's that Brooklyn
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
f**k chill, i think it's time that people really know
What's real, nobody else get to spin it
I know these haters won't condone, everything I own
Pointed at the throne, and I don't care who's sittin' in it
Bank on that, nobody son trust
After the clashes and the ashes come dust
You came for the fame, you gotta do what one must
But me, i'm only here to eradicate the unjust
Real talk, motherf**kers the worst
They ain't grow into f**k n***as, they were suckers from birth
Rub shoulders and then it's over, you touch 'em you cursed
I can't wait to put love in reverse
The verse woulda been iller if it wasn't for Slay
He said "'Sau it's for the culture, not today"
I said "cool, and usually you're always right
But just remember culture vultures ain't always white"
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!
