Palookas (feat. Sean Price) [Explicit]
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This feel like one of them TV shows from the 60s
Oh, oh, oh you can try (When the villain come in)
Oh you can, you can certainly try
Aye, Murda (Murda)
Yes, The What We Do (Classic Version)
What We Do (Classic Version)
We represent, yeah
My music represent the change of powers
From now on this thing is ours
Got a paint in war instead of paintin' flowers
They shower their heroes with praises while we hangin' ours
We bring the drums to the battle 'cause we bang the loudest
You don't know a thing about it, if you mix the King and Malcolm
Bet you that Kweli the outcome
Album's so hot that my ghetto chicks is bringin' talcum
Whether you sing or shout it
They gave somebody else the crown but I'm the king without it
Your queen is ridin' with me, she always slidin' with me
You can't stop me like the bullets that's inside a fifty
They try to diss me but whenever I see body miss me
You walkin' with me or you alien like Mork and Mindy
You talkin' with me if the offer nifty
Take it off the table when the devil
Run the label 'cause the Lord is with me
Arrogance bring the fall of many
My name echo like the hall is empty, you don't wanna war against me
Hey, this the cut, I'm the surgeon
Assassinate your character, cast aspersions
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one (Worst one)
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one (Worst one)
Hey, I know it hurts, son
But you against me, a fifty cal versus squirt gun
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one (Worst one)
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one
Why? You and your mans are DeLucas
You scared my medulla
You see beyond a shadow of a doubt
I'm born ready, steady as the hand of the shooter
In the flesh, yes, the embodiment of man versus computer
I make all the women abandon their suitors
Do the math, you see you can't measure up to the ruler
Word, on behalf of all the fans and consumers
I'm buildin' with Fred Hampton Jr., man, we plannin' the future
Not preachin', we do it different, we liftin' the youth up
We spittin' it too tough, too sick for these new thugs
Goons, whatever they called, they softer than new fur
Vampires in the club, sippin' that true blood
I'm a midnight marauder and I slaughter for the tribe
Immortal, I'm bustin' at the cops like Mordecai
The sort of guy to mortify these
Clown ass rappers standin' for the five live
And you know it, man
Hey, this the cut, I'm the surgeon
Assassinate your character, cast aspersions
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one (Worst one)
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one (Worst one)
Hey, I know it hurts, son
But you against me, a fifty cal versus squirt gun
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one (Worst one)
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one
Yo, Sean Price, mad nice, accept that
My worst verse sound like your best rap
Put down your bet, black, I pay double on trips
I punch you up in your face and double your lips
P, this be the dumbest shit I ever wrote
No 2Pac Shakur, just two shots, you floored
Listen, the gun clapper, the dumb rapper, the young rapper
Dig in your pockets and leave with your funds faster
Fucking new rap rookies
Get beat to death, new Jack Pookie
Face fuck with the eight stuck in your grill
Play tough and get scraped up in the 'ville
Afro-American minus the afro
Bald-headed American lettin' the gat blow
Shut the fuck up before you get hurt, son
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one
Hey, this the cut, I'm the surgeon
Assassinate your character, cast aspersions
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one (Worst one)
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one (Worst one)
Hey, I know it hurts, son
But you against me, a fifty cal versus squirt gun
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one (Worst one)
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one