lirik lagu first serve – clash symphony
[intro: pop life]
one two, one two?
that’s right, i made that name “first serve,” i’m serving my sh~t first
(?), trinity ave, man, y’all stand the f~ck up on this one
you already know what it is
[verse 1: pop life]
platinum on plaques, live infinite, flyin’ elite
it’s pop life (pop life)
many done heard the word about this bird n~gga, deen quitter
gave himself the pink slip, dude couldn’t handle it
scared to get his hands dirty
(?)
devoid of sympathy, meaning not in sync, could give a f~ck of what you think, yo
but watch what you say
i wasn’t raised for you to tip~toe through them two lips (nah)
gon’ get knocked on your ass from what’s past your lips
i’mma put what that 1~2 check
shout~out to syringe, we merge into the traffic
travelin’ throughout your body to relay the classic hymn (hollowed be thy name)
your name’s hollow and your fame should have followed
face it, yo
your glow is diminishin’
why your new nemesis is findin’ that genesis
no need for tissues ’cause there’s no need for cryin’
life’s the main issue even when lives are dyin’
the world’ll keep spinnin’ without givin’ an eye blink (so?)
so i’mma keep spinnin’ while i’m rockin’ on my mix
don’t even think to send your little subordinates to my coordinates
i’ll send ’em right to jesus’ crib
think i’m talking crazy?
yes, i’m very
f~ck you and your moms, she look like tyler perry with a wig, n~gga
[deen’s mom]
it’s part 2 in this b~tch
you f~ckin’ with the wrong group of people
lenore agnes witter
you f~ckin’ heard my name
we do this sh~t, n~gga
you heard me?
you heard me?!
get they ass, baby (get it!)
[verse 2: deen witter]
wack n~ggas fantasize of bond flows
tell the big mouth that the bank is closed
the sh~t i stand for is off~limits to challengers (yeah baby!)
you twirl a baton while i’m swingin’ this excalibur (b~tch n~gga!)
mom co~signed it, peep your sidewindin’
brokeback mountain ass climbin’
shoulda known blood didn’t mix with vinegar
you sinister, your ha~cha~cha hand destroyal
caught up in the cake mix, you’re expired and wasted
the only runnin’ the streets you doin’ is with laced up asics, you’re basic
see, this boy’s a boiled egg
soft on the outside, his whole core is yellow
my man acapello said he heard you up the block runnin’ your (?)
he had a full clip in the candy
he was ready to take the wrapper off, applaud your physical and burp you
n~gga, you a purple hanky (a purple hanky, b~tch)
a young prince f~ckin’ with doughboy
the only boys in the hood you got is a car mechanic
you are a panic
a (?) whippin’ his lined up
tear that behind up
it’s men here, take the pumps off
you ain’t a ho, you just a jump~off
call a n~gga froggy (ah, call that n~gga maurice)
see me in the streets, i’m like the “dah~daaahh” (that’s right, deen witter, b~tch!)
[narrator]
sh~t, d~mn right it got ugly
i mean, brotha against brotha?
[pop]
that’s my word, if i see that n~gga in the street, i’mma bust his ass
[narrator]
fans takin’ sides and sh~t
i mean, the f~cked up thing about it?
the n~gga goon time?
he profitin’ on the whole thing (yeah)
what we gon’ do now?
it’s all f~cked up now
it’s all f~cked up now
[pop]
yeah, it was f~cked up for a minute
yo, i wind up layin’ low for about 4 months
but after they came and kicked down goon time’s door? (oh)
i had to bounce
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