lirik lagu action figure 973 - fuck bill goldberg [remix]
[intro: action figure 973]
let me tell you somethin’ about bill goldberg
everybody talks about bill goldberg
well, there’s one guy that can beat bill goldberg, and it’s me
he prefers to just be called goldberg
tell ’em to say it to my face, say it to my face, bill goldberg
ayo
[verse 1: action figure 973 & action figure 973 & ricky mapes]
i got a sk!ll for bendin’ the english language to my will
y’all n~ggas off~brand cereal, i get no prize for the k!ll
it’s like i had this kinda ass whoopin’ on chill
i put my pen to the pad for a cheap thrill (come on), it have your record label foot the bill
mе and you made from the same mold, with mе, god was more intricate
an open verse might as well be an open casket
dunkin’ with shaq’s strain, jersey n~ggas known for breakin’ the basket
i’m as elusive as mr. fantastic, my thought process takes some different scholastics
before donnin’ the mask, i came up with the perfect heist
my competition thinnin’ out like ozempic ice spice
y’all n~ggas gotta pay a small debt before the feature price
the lab ain’t a fool’s paradise, my bars healthy like brown rice
i know rappers who wish they have one of my attributes
i been a monster, i mastered jordans with the giant gonzález suit
lately i been on a cash pursuit, act lo to a stoop
i prefer the scenic route, soon as i planted the seeds, my trees bear fruit
i’m just provin’ my mastery
my sh~t english language sorcery, i’m war ready like the n~gga recordin’ me
i’m sayin’ f~ck you n~ggas cordially
can’t listen to your forgery, and to do this, n0body forcin’ me
i want my n~ggas’ kids’ kids to be dipped in burberry
i’m lampin’ with my hands on the thigh of a latina muchacha
my next verse might land me an album with machacha
these rappers fear that like a mother’s chancla
might have to trade the lucha mask for a bat, baklava
[verse 2: ricky mapes]
hold a fan, i’m hummin’ opera
a saint but turned a lunatic, them loosies that my mama puffed
my mind corrupt, them shots fired don’t harm, i’m like an armored truck
this method man of mary, this weezy f. off the carceral
call my bluff, bet i would nail it like i’m a carpenter
on joints, i’m john carpenter, set the scene for the horror stuff
bro might spark sh~t up with the birds in your shirt like hollister
your death is marvelous, call the coroner, book an orchestra
yeah, golden age, banned from tv, potent h
i hold your faith in the palm of my hand before they blam and blow the gauge
goin’ ape, the guava in the rollin’ pape
the weed color orange grape, frosted like a bowl of flakes
you know it’s great, i body, mane, might see this twenty~eight on first forty~eight
hard to trace, a cold case, the cage closed and thrown away
blowin’ frame, y’all talk the hottest sh~t, but it’s the coldest take
shook ones playin’, ricky knows a face, it’s in the bone or brain
fold ’em, break the brittle, cook ’em ’til they sizzle
shootin’ on the net, i get ’em thirty to they jersey like they kittles, yeah
i need it nerdy but dirty with the slurpy, could be simple
but these hoes, they move in silence like hannibal, heat your mental, yeah
get your mind blown, then they spin you like cyclones
i maneuver through the ruckus, bloodsuckers that signed souls
you off the rock smoke, you think we comp, bro, no, it is not close
to the box closed, a dirty bronx baby with the god flow, let’s do it
[verse 3: 100grandroyce]
we on some sh~t, breakin’ nights to light
prayin’ that what i say happen (uh)
they praisin’, he made trappin’ a fashion, did it with passion
couldn’t imagine (uh), duckin’ and clappin’, f~ck your distractions (uh)
nothin’ but action, walk ’em down, plenty of traction
bullets in love, this fatal attraction (uh)
gave ’em the satisfaction to see it goin’ down, watchin’ and laughin’ (ha)
questions they askin’, shoe fit, puttin’ your ass in (hahahaha)
steppin’ on roaches, blowin’ dope out the care package
i don’t got baggage, off the flight, don’t gotta tag it
i don’t be braggin’, believe nothin’ you show me, faster
go with the master, pray to the lord, speak to your pastor (uh)
n~ggas’ll blast ’em, flippin’ wrong, this ain’t gymnastics (grrt)
spare ’em like goldberg in the ring (uh)
matter of fact, i make you go now, just wanna hear ’em sing
got enough to take the belt now, be cautious at the king
and i bet i make this motherf~cker ring, it’s 100, n~gga
[outro: ricky mapes]
uh
action figure, what up? all hundos
f~ckin’ beat is crazy
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