[Intro]
This shit is light work!
It’s time to stack the bar on 'em
You know
Hey yo, Kwest talk to 'em
Come on
[Hook: Samples]
"You’re lightweight, and only force me to cause casualties"
"Call me the specialist, professor at this rap science"
"Vocal street-sweeper, buck shots through the speaker"
"You’re searching for signs of the end, well I am that"
"You’re light weight, it only force me to cause casualties"
Call me the specialist, professor at this rap science
"My city never sleep"
"You’re searching for signs of the end, well I am that"
[Verse 1]
Peep the way we play it
Y’all start, we finish
Car bombing, no Guinness
Then we go about our business
Yapping like you acting wild
The goonies hanging out the back Denal'
Will pat you down and leave you au naturale
Shoulda known by now that we wreck it
Cool, calm, collected
Till y’all disrespect it
Temperament of like an ill rotti
Strictly for the thrill
I'll probably leave a chilled body
Lifted off my skills
Oddly enough, they’re fronting like their pockets'll bust
And that a homi's nothing 'til they're
Getting robbed for their bucks
Could give a frruck about your knolly
Of that molly and puff
Stop with the fuss
Come on, your shitty topics get flushed
Between the lines is where we live
Them evil kids are on the eve of sneaking in
And tweaking off the leaf and gin
Another move and dude, it's checkmate
So let me set the rec straight
Or catch some fucking holes up in your chest plate
This shit is light work!
It’s time to stack the bar on 'em
You know
Hey yo, Kwest talk to 'em
Come on
[Hook: Samples]
"You’re lightweight, and only force me to cause casualties"
"Call me the specialist, professor at this rap science"
"Vocal street-sweeper, buck shots through the speaker"
"You’re searching for signs of the end, well I am that"
"You’re light weight, it only force me to cause casualties"
Call me the specialist, professor at this rap science
"My city never sleep"
"You’re searching for signs of the end, well I am that"
[Verse 1]
Peep the way we play it
Y’all start, we finish
Car bombing, no Guinness
Then we go about our business
Yapping like you acting wild
The goonies hanging out the back Denal'
Will pat you down and leave you au naturale
Shoulda known by now that we wreck it
Cool, calm, collected
Till y’all disrespect it
Temperament of like an ill rotti
Strictly for the thrill
I'll probably leave a chilled body
Lifted off my skills
Oddly enough, they’re fronting like their pockets'll bust
And that a homi's nothing 'til they're
Getting robbed for their bucks
Could give a frruck about your knolly
Of that molly and puff
Stop with the fuss
Come on, your shitty topics get flushed
Between the lines is where we live
Them evil kids are on the eve of sneaking in
And tweaking off the leaf and gin
Another move and dude, it's checkmate
So let me set the rec straight
Or catch some fucking holes up in your chest plate
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