Giants Of The Fall Guilty Simpson & Kong The Artisan (Ft. The Alchemist)
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[Intro: Guilty Simpson]
Ch-check, ch-check-check, one, two, uh, uh
Check-check, uh (Uh), Guilty Simpson, uh
Peace to the homie Alchemist, you know?
Ayy
[Verse 1: Guilty Simpson]
Me and my brother AL double down, run 'em down
Rabbit and the hunter style
Who got the gun, who got the funds to spend a couple thou'?
I put a rapper from the underground in a hover round
Forefathers, more choppers, warmongers
Violate and get your port shot up
On the highway, you'll get your boy shot up
I'm extra, haggelin' with Heckler's, your seconds up
Metal tuck, steppеrs so whoever steppin' up gеt stepped on
Checkin' the mic and the checks blown soon after
Room crashes while they focus on the new fashion and Philly's Q
My idea, shoppin' for gear is ghillie suits
Tryin' to see if what's in the safe is really loot
Peel your roof, somethin' like I really hoop
'Cause I'm gettin' bored, reboundin' when the trigger shoots
Pursuin' my ends, sicker than Montezuma's Revenge
Double back and I do it again
You need rooms to sit in, your truth is revenge
Tryin' to get back, people downplayin' your impact
Never was pursuin' the trend, livin' off the land
Chicken coop or the Benz
When I'm swoopin', get in, we ridin'
Yeah, we move in silence
The wave that they turn the tide with
Tyrants, fully understood the assignments
Impact shook your alignment
Look at the fine print, the writing's on the wall
Giants of the fall, heatin' up and cookin' the diamond
Ch-check, ch-check-check, one, two, uh, uh
Check-check, uh (Uh), Guilty Simpson, uh
Peace to the homie Alchemist, you know?
Ayy
[Verse 1: Guilty Simpson]
Me and my brother AL double down, run 'em down
Rabbit and the hunter style
Who got the gun, who got the funds to spend a couple thou'?
I put a rapper from the underground in a hover round
Forefathers, more choppers, warmongers
Violate and get your port shot up
On the highway, you'll get your boy shot up
I'm extra, haggelin' with Heckler's, your seconds up
Metal tuck, steppеrs so whoever steppin' up gеt stepped on
Checkin' the mic and the checks blown soon after
Room crashes while they focus on the new fashion and Philly's Q
My idea, shoppin' for gear is ghillie suits
Tryin' to see if what's in the safe is really loot
Peel your roof, somethin' like I really hoop
'Cause I'm gettin' bored, reboundin' when the trigger shoots
Pursuin' my ends, sicker than Montezuma's Revenge
Double back and I do it again
You need rooms to sit in, your truth is revenge
Tryin' to get back, people downplayin' your impact
Never was pursuin' the trend, livin' off the land
Chicken coop or the Benz
When I'm swoopin', get in, we ridin'
Yeah, we move in silence
The wave that they turn the tide with
Tyrants, fully understood the assignments
Impact shook your alignment
Look at the fine print, the writing's on the wall
Giants of the fall, heatin' up and cookin' the diamond
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