[Produced by: Statik Selektah]
[Sample]:
"What good is a castle way high on hill?"
[Intro: XV]
Yeah. Whoooo! You a motherfucker Statik! And I'm a bad motherfucker. Don't play this for the kids
I'm feeling like Samuel L. Jackson, time to get it cracking
Have a good time motherfucker
That's that Samuel L. Jackson, time for some action
What it look like motherfucker?
[Verse 1: XV]
It look like Marcellus Wallace when I'm standing on my wallet
Up in mo hoes but I never went to college
Polish my flow, dropping shit, colonic
Just me and my dawg, Wallace & Gromit
Detonating bombs and more are set, Alanis
You ought to know I'm bought to blow, isn't it Ironic?
In the past I was the future like Johnny Mnemonic
And I did it through computers, guess I Troned it
Then (Ever)ything was Clear, gin and tonic
I want Halle/Halley, not Berry, the Comet
I guess until then I'm cool with an ill comic
Till Statik brings some chronic and the Philharmonic
And my shit's still knocking, deep as Uncle Phil's pockets
Shoot for the stars with every bar, cause I really rocket
And I earned it well
As for they careers? They deserve to die and I hope they burn in Hell!
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[Sample]:
"What good is a castle way high on hill?"
[Intro: XV]
Yeah. Whoooo! You a motherfucker Statik! And I'm a bad motherfucker. Don't play this for the kids
I'm feeling like Samuel L. Jackson, time to get it cracking
Have a good time motherfucker
That's that Samuel L. Jackson, time for some action
What it look like motherfucker?
[Verse 1: XV]
It look like Marcellus Wallace when I'm standing on my wallet
Up in mo hoes but I never went to college
Polish my flow, dropping shit, colonic
Just me and my dawg, Wallace & Gromit
Detonating bombs and more are set, Alanis
You ought to know I'm bought to blow, isn't it Ironic?
In the past I was the future like Johnny Mnemonic
And I did it through computers, guess I Troned it
Then (Ever)ything was Clear, gin and tonic
I want Halle/Halley, not Berry, the Comet
I guess until then I'm cool with an ill comic
Till Statik brings some chronic and the Philharmonic
And my shit's still knocking, deep as Uncle Phil's pockets
Shoot for the stars with every bar, cause I really rocket
And I earned it well
As for they careers? They deserve to die and I hope they burn in Hell!
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