Yard 2 Yard Consequence (Ft. Rhymefest)

[Intro: Consequence]
Yo, this is a...
A Mark Ronson and Kanye West joint
And I'm the Cons- to the -quence
With my man, Rhymefest
And we go from, uh...
Yard to yard on y'all
Like, uh...

[Verse 1: Consequence & Rhymefest]
Y'all niggas hold grudges, but what we hold never budges
Everybody win one fight like Buster Douglas
Busta, you love this, these hoes so luscious
This game is penalized for unnecessary roughness
Ayo, I post up on Frederick Douglass, making sales out a Cutlass
So the feds and the judges want him dead or in dungeons
One more trained in the dungeon
When I’m aiming or lunging (Ugh!)
Niggas better have a payment on that onions (C'mon!)
Because this onion getting chopped up, cooked and rocked up
Yeah, I get that time back before you see my ass get locked up
Too late—the cops popped up, popped us
Helicopters with doctors and chiro-proc-tors
It’s like a dope-deal documentary, follow me into the penitentiary
Where they hid niggas for centuries
Hopping out the Century, 'cause they sent for me
I put in more legwork than a centipede
I make your legs don’t work if you mention me
I put the AK to work for a friend of me
Before a enemy, I dyed his hair with the infra-ree
And give him a fatal injury, yo!