Pan Seared Tilapia Meyhem Lauren (Ft. Action Bronson, AG Da Coroner & Despot)

[Meyhem Lauren]
Slap tracks with acrylics
I told ya'll dudes to fall back, we the illest
Well dressed rap gorillas
Gettin sucked off in villas is a typical act
Devour yellow tail and kimchi watchin' presents get wrapped
Attract fly bitches currency
Cop kicks urgently
Strip club savage, C-Section scar surgery
Shorties get scooped straight tape
Turn into movie stars
Seen with Constantine and Bronsolin wildin' in nudie bars
But not a ?? ocean self windin at the time I risk it
Water resistant, luckily, bitches be gettin' fisted
Bought bottles in Selina's with schemers, these days I miss it
It's bout to be a wrap but not how Mayan math predicted
It's not the end, more like a new beginning
Peep my frame it's drenched in linen, keep my name attached to winnin'
Silk shirts with decorative prints and scribbled cardigans
My life's progressin', never stressin'
Tally harder wins

[AG Da Coroner]
I was born on a planet full of righteous people and scumbags
Smart dykes, dumb fags and toe tags
Motherfuckers with no regards for your life
And little hungry children that'll kill you for rice
Down syndrome carriers, African midgets
Full blown AIDS babies born with no digits
Swine flu spreadin' through the air
Cancer patients with no hair
Chemotherapy stares with no glare
Crooked officers, heroes who fight fires
Undercover friends who beg you to wear wires
Crackhead mechanics that are nice with the pliers
Dudes who speak truths and natural born liars
Kings and Queens, bums and street walkers
Women with game, professional sweet talkers
Ten million rappers, twenty million actors
Militant black folk and racist white crackers
Coca fiends had my team from Killa Queens
Meetin' where time moves, head in a guillotine
That's the story of the world, raw dog
And mama still cookin' up the breakfast with no pork
Righteous