Riggs & Murtaugh Reks & Statik Selektah (Ft. Action Bronson)

[Reks:]
Seven survivors sire, record was set afire
Jealous envious liars, paper, pencil supplied a
Tempo ammo and he handle any vandal vying
Against my tribe of scribers do or die writing for lifers

[Action Bronson:]
This is orange bearded Bronson magnet shorties think I'm Spanish
We never rocking sandals. You see me copping pandas
The drums are heaven paired with lamb encrusted mustard sauce
I’m done with salmon every time they came the drugs were tossed

[Reks:]
World revolves, cycles turn, psychos turn pill poppers
Suicidal wheel riders, skill harkers, architect the thought
Of dark to prosper Oscar for thespian talkers
Action and Reks equals bonkers bars— MFing monsters

[Action:]
Yes, sir. Tantric positions with his wifey on the baby bed
Blatant disrespect
Root of evil on cassette
Eating seasonal and fresh. Leaving semen on the chest
The young Morgan Freeman people skiing on the vest

[Reks:]
Yeah. Live from the bully pulpit—where we Geppetto, puppets
Your nose is growing hold you’ll be showing as soft as smut is
Without the pussy showing penetration generation renovation
Destroy, rebuild: innovation. Ink a statement on your cranium
Painting steeples and stadiums, scrapings and shading them
Success colors I’m braving sun. Faded lungs, polluted kidney
I’m due to kick the bucket young. Fuck it— flung a finger, let ‘em all come