Crossfire
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You ain't got the right to be talking out the side of your mouth
If you ain't tight you shouldn't utter a word
Your art's absolutely absurd, I'm precise
You can't compare to me, your shine ain't that bright
Yeah, I could really turn you into food for the fishes
And leave behind upset crying senior citizens
Crying on that shit again
Shotgun Charlemagne, the bar's still open so drink with a steady hand
It's all free, no need for membership
Premium businessmen, believe me it's Blacksmith
Talk smack and I'll castrate you with a battle axe
Swell up your membrane, then kick a battle rap
Get off your high horse, come down to where the battle at
That ain't real rap, you broke back, where your saddle at?
SAS clacka-clack, your body's in the black bag
Thinking on some punk rock shit like Black Flag
Operation Ivy with the poison in the inkwell
Punchlines screw your face up like a stick smell
Quality so funky, got your nose running like a blow junkie
Blacksmith, my people never go hungry
Rappers flow so crummy
I get the sisters and the snow bunnies
Buying up the tickets, getting show money
Oh for sure money, it's the gentleman charm
Rappers writing pieces like the tat on Eminem's arm
Strong arm steady the brand, a classic
Light up a Backwood and then ash it before you pass it
You know how the hash get
On the side where the greener grass is
Gotta throw on your stunner shade glasses
Niggas get blasted, I'm handing out cashes and caskets
Gotta break bread like a basket
Bastards, rappers can't outlast the masters
Press it up and wax it, spin the needle on the plastic
Blacksmith, roll another blunt for these actors
'Cause I'ma put the fear in the fact of the clacker
Agony, niggas gotta pay for the ecstasy
Especially when I'm cooking up another recipe
That's facts, heavy, we stack fetty off rapping
So much coke on my track remind me of Aspen
Two white bitches, they out for salsa and aspirin
Four-four swallow, four-four's long lasting
K.C., nigga slash Mr. Murder Every Track
Not a rap democrat, more like trap-publican
Rap trap counter stack, money keep coming in
Only cock the hammer back for those who got the love for him
Who ain't got no love for him?
You ain't got no love for him?
I'm running up and dumping him
Popping him and trucking him
Old niggas is mad, I'm young and I'm Donald Trumping them
In a sense ridiculous, I'm literally topping them
Kansas City to LA, we kick game like Pele
Do a show, grab some hoes and take 'em to the telly
Young Tre Nice, I'm the youngest in charge
Nigga violate our squad, you'll be meeting the Lord
Protect your neck, my battle axe is like a Wu-Tang sword
I run the blade against your throat like you was Harrison Ford
Your girl got 'em worldwide, I been to Paris on tour
From the Eiffel Tower my rifle power make you contort
This is a contact sport, no coaches or referees
I'm hotter than Cali's Death Valley vultures and fleas
A posse cut, I chop it up like I was butchering beef
A boondock saint, my boombox speaks like a priest