Six Degrees BADBADNOTGOOD & Ghostface Killah (Ft. Danny Brown)

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yo, ayo, dangerous thoughts, mind of a militia
Bottles of the 150 poured over Twisters
Broken bones and pillars, Staten Island's the illest
The biggest land fillers, we creep like caterpillars
Love razors, dirty guns with a few bodies
Teach niggas how to walk again from the fucking shotty
Sixth sense, six pack, six degrees of separation
My evil 3rd eye blinks with no hesitation
Dustbags, spoonfuls of sugar help the medi'
Go down smooth and steady, blowing the green deadly
Hen' weed pops, isolated of hash bricks
Needle left stuck in his arm, died of a bad fix
We still rock, still dry drawers on the stove
Got bread from back in the days, it's growing some mold
2Pac's back, my Glock's fat
After the gun smoke, you screaming, "Where my block at?"

[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
Both hands crusty, need a little lotion
That shit don't matter when I mix the color ocean
Smoking on potent, goons bagging up in the living room
Blocking the flat screen while I'm watching Juice
Move your big ass head, my favorite part on
Q in the DJ battle, move or I'll scratch you
95s from '95 on the coffee table
Got them selling dimes still shiny as a nickel
Pistol in designer boxers, shoeboxes in bedrooms
Some got stacks but most discontinued
What's on the menu? Eat a rapper like butternut squash
Bark on a nigga with the blade out
Run up in your safehouse, how ironic
Knock a ring on a nigga like somebody hit Sonic
Smoking on chronic feeling like Nostradamic
See dying in your future, nigga, I promise
Vomit colors seven series, TiVo the World Series
About to miss the game hitting sevens on the slot machine
Dice game, Vice Lorder, drunk driving in the Charger
With a big titty bitch looking like Toccara
I don't know what you know but if you know what I know
You better get ghost 'fore I get Ghost
I don't know what you know but if you know how I know
You better get ghost 'fore I get—