Sylvester Lundgren
(专辑: Rare Chandeliers - 2012)
[Verse 1
Action Bronson:] Cash off the
top, cash off the
top Play with my money motherfucker get shot Weed from the
dread that I
roll in the
fanta Cover on my dick so I
won't catch the
monster I
don't even know myself, I'm twisted This exquisite shit that flip when I
rip it Crisp kiddicks, right hand quicker than Riddick's Safe to say that I'm the
shit here Red suede shoes, a
holiday in Arizona Cocaine knives open up the
abalone Smoke the
macaroni, eat the
cannelloni Put the
cameras on me, take the
cameras off me Motherfucker raise your hand when you speak Act wild this .45 is getting jammed in your cheek Play the
hotel room with bitches tossing my butt Laying back chilling blowing a
blunt Motherfucker you [Verse 2
Meyham Lauren:] Play them sound blocks, tinted, not timid, no gimmick Game of life is trife but due to good advice I'm 'bout to win it Fuck with rap but I
still run around the
map and still get it Let a
nigga violate, I
make a
visor out his fitted Shoebox spinach, new Glocks finish, my life is real Calm when clocking currency but on the
stage we hyper, still I
spit for New York where we rep a
different type of skill But often plan to kill while listening to Cypress Hill My knife is ill, infections get spread through incisions Conquer and divide when we ride, peace to division Shining when I'm rhyming my slang fuck up your vision Missiles leave you laying missionary if I'm on a
mission That's all precision, precise moves change of position Never snitching, define a
mime during an inquisition My team's about to run the
world and that's a
true prediction Another day, another dollar, and a
new affliction [Verse 3
Ag Da Coroner:] You know you picked the
wrong niggas to fuck with, you punk bitch Tyson uppercuts, Bruce Lee front kicks I'm Dexter with the
blood splatter Have you shaking in the
back seat with JFK, covered in brain matter Everything I
talk I
walk Crib looking like a
blackboard, oh shit, flooded with white chalk Heartbeat racing fast, when I
chase yo ass With a
Jason mask, pussy boy wave the
flag Life ain't saving that, family draped in black Visit your maker, now you can't make it back One-way ticket to the
fire and brimstone My mental's locked up but my physical been home Question our God ask him what do I
sin for He said I
do wrong cause Eve is my kinfolk Bloodline of a
disobedient Mixed with the
heart of a
butcher, make the
coroner ingredients