Kill At Will: The Final Chapter Domingo (Ft. Big Daddy Kane, Chris Rivers, Joell Ortiz, Snow Tha Product & Token)
[Intro: Big Daddy Kane]
Ortiz
Token
Chris Rivers
Kane
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Hand me a cane, I'm back like Bruce Wayne up to bat
Verse Bane, lay you flat like Kane, half-steppin'
Due to my box, who do I not make look doodoo?
Soon as I hop on the music it usually stop (Um...)
Y'all gon' do something to me or not?
Been here forever, poppin' shit like my booty's a Glock (Ha)
Feel like I'm better than whoever you could ever put together
Leather sweater, Cali weather, yeah, I'm brutally hot
Like clippers on a garbage barber, Gaza Strip bomber
Screaming "Allahu Akbar," armageddon
War weapons are strong armour
Warm lava fallin' on ya till your forearm's a goner
I thought I forewarned ya, I'm a monster
Partner, been on this mic longer than Bob Barkers
I go bonkers with the metaphor
Simile, double and triple entendres, it's been an honour
Wait, I ain't done yet
I done left put your boy lights out, call it a sunset
Ain't even get to my guns yet
I gotta young TEC that still sound like a Smith & Wesson drum set
Brrrt, blat—bla—back, no more lung breath
Coughin', coffin on top of coffins — bunkbeds
Take a nap while they play it back, the only way to rap
And get dap from Big Daddy Kane at
Ortiz
Token
Chris Rivers
Kane
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Hand me a cane, I'm back like Bruce Wayne up to bat
Verse Bane, lay you flat like Kane, half-steppin'
Due to my box, who do I not make look doodoo?
Soon as I hop on the music it usually stop (Um...)
Y'all gon' do something to me or not?
Been here forever, poppin' shit like my booty's a Glock (Ha)
Feel like I'm better than whoever you could ever put together
Leather sweater, Cali weather, yeah, I'm brutally hot
Like clippers on a garbage barber, Gaza Strip bomber
Screaming "Allahu Akbar," armageddon
War weapons are strong armour
Warm lava fallin' on ya till your forearm's a goner
I thought I forewarned ya, I'm a monster
Partner, been on this mic longer than Bob Barkers
I go bonkers with the metaphor
Simile, double and triple entendres, it's been an honour
Wait, I ain't done yet
I done left put your boy lights out, call it a sunset
Ain't even get to my guns yet
I gotta young TEC that still sound like a Smith & Wesson drum set
Brrrt, blat—bla—back, no more lung breath
Coughin', coffin on top of coffins — bunkbeds
Take a nap while they play it back, the only way to rap
And get dap from Big Daddy Kane at
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