Lyrical 300
(专辑: The Industry Purge - 2015)
And we continue on, William Young, Saigon, Loaded Lux Lyrical 300, is where we hold them This is where we fight, this is where they die Yow, yow my spirit is unruly, if this was the
days of your majesty There be blood on the
hands of every man on my calvary Am from Kings County, with my 11th degrees say Vale me and I
ain't coming back in the
king's hand What is born, everyone of them gimme they mean mug Imma backstroke, covered in nothing but king's blood man I
challenge anybody who think that they got talent That's the
greatest body, you dump them at Buckingham Palace Them am furious, keep ice grilling is that serious You crying but he's talking, ventriloquist My cell phone keep ringing, am not hearing it Your mistake thinking and am only your rap lyricist Big homie sent me a
message to call back But it's name popping up and nothing but smoke caps See a
scarecrow, he see me coming and know black Drink his brain out, losing the
back of his straw hat Willie Young (Gang up yourself, but take some of those, everything) Slay they said it was time to eat, so I
turn the
beat into sandwich meat I
put bread on it, these weak niggas can't compete You nigga singing too much, and they got them dancing feet I
slap the
shit out of them, if we ever get the
chance to meet Am a
philosopher that shoot like a
photographer But my camera is a
hammer, y'all don't want to collide with Ka A
colostomy bags, is how you go defecate Always ready, only thing I
set is the
records straight So go figure, or get punch drunk with no liquor Just a
overhand, right and a
left vocal constrictor Cock the
calibre back, get the
work in my magic And I
ain't pulling no rat out of the
side of no hat F**t... oops, I
was politically incorrect For I
born for you to take it as literally disrespect My click will be at your neck, you bring my name up The
proof is in the
pudding, not need I
say much But if Blizzie was home, none a
you dudes would be rocking these Cubans And y'all be getting called up (called up) If Stack Bundles was still alive, the
whole cube battle be screaming (squad up) If Sly Gillie is still alive, Slay still rocking, street sweepers in this bitch Them niggas still popping, say something for their anniversary Don't say nothing, just hand the
purse to me (Gang up yourself, but take some of those, everything) This is the
king dosage, the
dope is hopeless in the
ring open Cutting off the
rope and hope, and lead they dreams broken Sting don't it, brief moments I
take, they make you seen notice Need knowing, wrote it for the
street poet (keep going), the
rappers can't survive I
don't know, maybe after am alive, I
hear you travel when you die Paragraphic am a
side with no book full of plastic bag Characters provide, your audacity go round like that The
Instagram might miss you, we go post you next picture at you candlelight vigil And I
might visit you, or random individuals, they get you a
deal Go I
bet your wife put it in you, am way nicer than you They hang you in the
venue, my name will be continue They got my favorite on the
menu, That's work nigga Do it till it hurts, no riddle It's so suspenseful, church gatherings, earth shadowing To dirt patches turn catholic, heard asking what they in for The
truth for thought no tin foil, looking at the
world pool I
need to get my camo, my girl cool She play her role, my favourite soul, could make a
home Or flame a
stove for when the
day get cold O.G in his robe complaining about the
cold When that old brown paper bag, money one trader Joe (Words unclear) brick on the
track (Go take some of those, everything)