Give It To Y'all (Main Vocal + 1.2.)
Yeah, uh
P-Roc, yeah, Marciano
Ooh-ooooh!
Yo, check it, check it, yo
The beauty of my work is immeasurable
With no spare time for errors, make records and jewels
Chess moves are well thought out before they hatched
Stress dudes right the fuck out upon the mat
"Fuck a ho" is very underrated advice
In a month or so, I must learn the matrix of life
Nevertheless, a race against time is hell
Where the weak fell, dealin' with the mind itself
Die in hell, scourge of the villains and thieves
Insert my tape, make niggas some G's
G's make bitches strip down to bare
And the crates get dug in like the ground is sand
And your beef's still better unsaid 'cause it ain't worth it
I curse shit, mercilessly, and put some work in
I squirt ten, word to get back before you know it
It's so heroic, like the old story of Joseph
Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop
Body rock, kamikaze shot
Box like Muhammad Ali and not
Jolly Green, sob, Hollywood bop
B-boy on the block, pop keloid
Nine o'clock in the seat and groin
Pass through the door, strapped to the inseam of my loins
Addin' on, yo
Vagabond, rap don, shackled in chains
Actin' humane, black ski rack on the range
Got range like Danny Ainge, one-shot aim
Fine grain, Timbs leanin', nah'mean?
Yo, uh, scourge of the villains and thieves
Insert my tape, make niggas some G's
My imagination is mute
I speak only to let reality loose
Hundred proof, bearer of fruit
Produced from light fruits, like ginseng juice
I sing over loops, shoot at the beef, creep for the loot
I'm a livin' legacy, deep like the first weeks of pregnancy
Ebony like, over the mic, egg ya life, knowledge precise
Cypher of life, pay dues, take what I use to pay the price
So wipe tears, blood and sweat
Feed from the breast of Mother Nature of death
Only on the days that I'm stressed, yo
My words become the flesh of my bones
I be alone inside a zone of my own
Rollin' L's like I grow it at home
Rappers are wired through styrofoam cup
Plain folk simple enough
I can construct clones with chrome, loaded up
Ready to bust, beef on the streets'll leave ya touched
Dippin' the beast in steam of dutch
"Watch what happen when the rappers start"
"You know we give it to y'all"
"Got it like this"
"I kick a skill like Shaquille holds a pill"
"He don't stop"
"Rap Gods recognize"
"Rap Gods"
"Check it out"
"Rap Gods recognize"
"Rap Gods"
Uh, check it, yo, yo
The undisputed, unit, push a blue Buick
Deuce-deuces, two-inch hot battery juices
Gradually melt tracks, deteriorate
Wild acid, flesh eaten, physically ate
Crime motive, fifteen vials of gasoline
Burn ya home down, must I take war to that extreme
Atoms are broke, due to experiments with mics
Pyramid life, the mirror image of Mike
Infinite, you can spend a lifetime tryin' to get it
Exquisite, S-K-A, magnetic
Rag his head and neck, severed in parts
Seven letters are dark
Peasant or not, 'til the death of my art, check it, yo
"You know we give it to y'all"
"Got it like this"
"I kick a skill like Shaquille holds a pill"
"He don't stop"
"Rap Gods recognize"
"Rap Gods"
"Check it out"
"Rap Gods recognize"
"Rap Gods"