lirik lagu skyzoo & pete rock – eastern conference all-stars
[intro]
rap is over, yo!
rap is over, yo!
rap is over, yo!
understandable smooth sh-t that murderers move with
[verse 1: skyzoo]
understandable smooth sh-t to jump off the stoop with, know i kick in my two cents, itʼs duffles and toothpicks, to give you 16 feels like if a pound flew in
compet-tion nutso?, letʼs gps where the roof is, yea, the same flow came out the hallway with me
i put ‘95 on my back like iʼm deandre bembry, itʼs like iʼm illmatic sitting on loop
meets mortal kombat finishing moves
you seen what the genesis do
and the endings is jordan-esque or
whichever way that the play goes
‘cause six joints will get you whatever, i came as thanos, i threw you jewels with an nycha flow
blue and orange signs like i was on dolanʼs payroll, malcolm x air raid nikes, by the caseload
but still good to f-ck with a becky like john stamos, taught to know that the rule of thumb was innuendos and to slay the box but to make love to instrumentals, do the math
[verse 2: benny the butcher]
i spend more on baggies than what they spent on the yola
off a plate got rid of weight just like i’m marsha ambrosius
my b-tch quit her job to shop and take up yola
the strap on the heckler, ? made out of cobra
you know benny stuffed them 12 12s skinnies until its over
strip ladies still were stingy just like i’m tommy mottola
n-body rhyme and dime, and to be honest, till hova
crown me kindly i’m known as the blueprint finally decoded
proud to be noticed, watch me, all this grinding got me promoted
we claim statues poverty molded
i got rich with a pyrex turn the forks around
then retired and got richer just by talking about it
i’m still smoking on the rawest sour
open a trap close that then count racks up after the office hours
fans want cl-ssics, suckers want p-sses, hustlers don’t want much just comfortable traffic
all these rap n-gg-s get is comfortable caskets
no subliminals, i’m shooting hunting bow accurate
let’s go, who run the city the most
me and sky shut up the club like diddy in pope
i be at your front door if it really was smoke
every hustler who seen a brick say benny the g.o.a.t
[verse 3: conway the machine]
everyone talking whose the best sh-t, all of ya’ll can stop it
for two years i recorded the hardest sh-t thats rockin
verse of the year on like all the sh-t i jotted
i raised the bar then i linked with marshall in the process
i weighed the raw, i ? the bottom of the ?
it ain’t no ice, leave the cold water on the locket
now it’s audemers watches, 50 points like harden for the rockets
silencer on the barrel got a m-ffle the sig
popped a n-gg- in his side broke a couple of ribs
sky i was broke when we shot that luxury vid
now i’m on ig showing b-tches what luxury is
all year i made it clear they can’t f-ck with the kid
i need shorty that played faith, cuz i just did it big
griselda records i’m the muscle you dig?
i don’t tussle i let my gun touch you you dig?
it’s the machine b-tch
[verse 4: elzhi]
i could teach you about the universe
the quasars and soon it bursts
the multiple suns moves the earth
i rhyme exquisite and shut your city down
to the west, i’m a blizzit
on the east, i’m a kamikaze pilot visit
who said the kid in the visiting
who envisioned green isn’t mean
as a prison scene that don’t keep they division clean
i spit that hot tamale wasabi mixture
that’s a rob zombie picture
stop playing checkers with bobby fischer
and just embrace it
i made it to the top floor out the bas-m-nt
blew your advance on a bracelet
pick a line i write
that’s not as wicked as a sick piranha bite
a brick of china white
lit wick on a stick of dynamite
a quick reminder might
show you n-gg-s with a slick persona
i hump through your chick pajamas
and d-ck your mama right
either the flow’s acid
or a trigger finger to expose plastic
leave a closed casket with a rose basket
[verse 5: westside gunn]
ay yo, my first love was a mac 10
i gotta have four, i had three bodies back then
little snot nose n-gg- taking n-gg-s chains off
? so big i had to hit it with the chainsaw
? in the kitchen, four different stoves fish ?
yanking blue tops, 20 dollars get you three of ’em
? thing on ’em
ay yo, versace on the goalie
told my teacher “f-ck you”, i make cl-ss in a rollie
stack the hundred thousand, that was back in 2000
sold a dummy brick hurry up n-gg- count it
i need a cherry maybach asap
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