Weight Scale
(专辑: On The House - 2012)
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] (Today's agenda) riding with them sodomy sisters Pistol on hip, hip to your pistol The
day I
bow down to a
bitch will be the
day I
throw a
bottle at Rihanna inside of a
strip club Leave the
booth just to leave a
tooth floating around inside of your pimp cup What goes around comes around in the
form of karma Nah, that's probably just me riding around your town in a
Fisker Penning a
rhyme equivalent to a
winning lottery ticket Uh, fresh of that weight scale, living a
crooked heaven on Earth Giving them straight hell Kick in the
door of them awards, wondering where are we sitting Niggas with tight jeans looking like where are they fitting Beware of they writtens It's parallel to an Arab sitting in the
terrorist cockpit heading for hell's kitchen I
talk greasier than Harold's Chicken Don't cross me I
leave scales tipping I'm coming (fresh off that weight scale, fresh off that weight scale Fresh off that, fresh off that, fresh off that weight scale) My bitch curvy as a
Persian virgin's features She here to serve me, she here to disturb the
reaper I
keep bank, speak frankless, word to Aretha I'm fly as a
bird and high as the
Burj Khalifa I
ride with kings, y'all ride with fiends You fraudulent niggas remind me of a
ponzi scheme One of y'all niggas was probably cool in school The
rest of y'all niggas was clowns, we should call you the
Fonzi team I'm hate-prone Niggas listen like ain't this about a
bitch like it's a
Drake song 'cause my cake long So stay strong 'cause your bitch giving me cheekbone Like Grace Jones using my dick like a
payphone But she ain't getting the
call back She getting the
ball sack, hitting the
jaw just where we parked at Quick as a
car jack, I
ain't tryna be funny I'm tryna be missionary lying on top of my money I'm coming (fresh off that weight scale) [Verse 2: Crooked I] (Today's agenda) what the
fuck would I
stop for Knowing I
need more guap stored in my sock drawer They want an encore when the
flow is at mach four King of the
jungle no lying, I
let the
Glock roar And this bulletproof vest is irrelevant I'm telling them look at your melon, I'm nailing a
shell in it And the
shell is moving right through your melon into your skeleton Then the
felon is belling the
same pitch the
fella was yelling and Police sirens respond to heat firing, I'ma keep firing I'ma flee, I'ma be quiet, I'm a
G, I'm a
beat tyrant From Long Beach and I'm East Side I
oughta, bury you artists like an artifact Serious as a
heart attack, Dodger hat, slaughter tats Roger that, Art of rap, that's me Can't believe Ice never thought of that, who the
fuck brought it back (Fresh off that weight scale, fresh off that weight scale Fresh off that, fresh off that, fresh off that weight scale) Fresh off that weight scale I
guess I'm Canibus and Kool Moe Dee, 'cause it's hard for me to take L's I'm tryna make more cake than a
bake sale Tell the
jakes I'ma make bail then escape 'cause I
hate jail All these rappers saying they spitting hard raps Before I
buy that shit, show me the
Barfax I
got a
tongue like a
sharp ax I
got a
ton of rhymes flyer than anything launching off tarmacs This is how real it is When I
ghostwrite for niggas, I'm speaking through them, I'm really just a
ventriloquist A
iller lyricst, a
hint of ignorance A
pinch of militant, a
perfect description of what this nigga is Pull out a
scale and weigh CDs Then distribute it to the
fans 'til they need me I'm a
drug dealer so put out an APB The
same shit that gave these 80s babies ADD [Verse 3: Joell Oritz] (Today's agenda) pyrex sit in the
kitchen feeling your eye sweat Gripping your wrist and watching that pie stretch Pitching to different niggas for figures, never slipping 5-0 tripping, I
dip on them through the
projects Dope boy mindset, gotta get this money Apply the
same grind to this rhyme shit, dummy Pick a
pad, pick a
pen, pick a
track Pick a
flow, I
pick it apart like a
locksmith digging in his nose Sit in the
park with the
Dre's on, waist on, heavy to eight long Put brains on pre-K, the
shell is a
crayon Man I'm just tryna write, please leave me alone 'Cause I
ain't tryna fight, I'm a
different Iron Mike Bite your ear with a
syllable, lay a
hook that'll finish you Throwing jabs at you little dudes, my opponents get rid of you Hit my corner and listen to Eminem, Crook and Nickel While Joey fucking the
ring girl and this fight is unfixable, uh You rocking with a
BQE boy That BB, QZQs and BB Kings with D-boy? Today's agenda, flame contenders And have they dame giving brain to they favorite member, yaowa (Fresh off that weight scale) [Verse 4: Joe Budden] (Today's agenda) diary of a
mad man Machete Joe Joe here I
am Ain't gotta lie, what you see is what you get, ain't nothing modified Me, I
give them the
same song, go check with Spotify Don't get the
context wrong, I'm the
same G
Spending old money, y'all swear it was the
same G
Yea these model hoes cute and entertain me And though I
let them go to the
head, they never change me Far from innocent Your favorite rapper got a
head nod before he approached to check my temperament I
wake sleepy hollow, should of done a
Cat scan Go to Colorado right now and watch Batman So my dad think I'm styling, how when I'm everything he'd be if these new drugs was out then I
owe it to holmes, rolling stone But how I
wouldn't let a
stone roll, wonder why I'm stone cold Problem child to aggravated adult Got bad cards but I
ain't blaming my hand, it's logic I
hate jewelry and authority the
same So how the
fuck you think I
feel about a
chain of command, I'm saying I
tell you how you different from I
You always hugging the
block, I
kiss it goodbye Sober, my last drinking game started with truth or dare And ended with me thinking a
name So y'all call it out of control, I'm confused when To think that you in something to me is the
illusion There's your answer, verbal smash cancer? Now the
strip club is a
basement, I
just came in with some dancers House gang, the
clan made it Used to be scared of [?], thought the
klan made it Joey the
fan favorite Love then hate it both 'cause I
can't fake it And if I
did I
would never tell I
said that all wrong, y'all would never tell I
keep the
mindfuck tucked for the
jezzebelle's Even if they help make it shit would never fail Biatch!