[Verse1 Reign Eterno] A Yo Tilique I played the scene and rolled the dice like monopoly Feds is on top of me get the f off my property Boardwalk park place they thought it was a game Brand my name like poverty in the hood bring pain Tilique and Reign got em fumbling running in new lanes Mumbling under breath mad that they cant do the same Sick of the same slave ship ish, whips and chains, gets insane, The f is wrong with my brain I still got a fetish got a fetish for rocking whips and chains Reign and Tilique spit sick slick rick and big daddy cane Lyrical killaz with range all we gotta do is aim Crank the bass up Lace up the track with heat speak flames Check the make up of my dna written in my veins This the wake up, for all yall rappers trying to entertain Its what i do best Hugh Hef, Harder than ever My arts getting better I never come false with the letters Partially fed up with rats trying to chomp at my cheddar Death delivered quicker than liquor direct to your liver No piece of the cake for fakes who aint pulling their weight Hate that im here act like its some kind of mistake Take this chance to bow in the presence of masters delivering messages Back with the essence of royalty stepping on peasants and Never been less than a monster with lyrics we killing them Music we bumping aint nothing but polished who feeling him Did it without them Dollars Im bout em, a lyrical fountain Im drowning anybody who doubt him I got my city on my ball cap, catch me in the all black fall back, spit lyrical bullets until your skull crack [Hook] Yo its that hood rat shit Empty out a fool clip spit Mothafas lungs is rusty Latarion Milton Aryn secret societies built him trust me Sometimes I despise of weed At ease private Ignorance is bliss I be on ass and hips like a plies hit Knocked like a clarion deck Eject chicks from the car Cold world You holdin your girl under aquarian stars Yall handcuffin and marrying broads F your chrome rims We on two tone tims Shows out of town We getting flown in Respond back sippin cognac on a plane first class Take a verse aim and disperse pass the bullsh Peace to my People lock down Pressin they bunks with no weapons in the trunk like T.I. My people smoke and leave weed in the sky And believe when they die the reappear Like fake stones in a mothafas ear Like cubic zircons , throw away cells phones We chrome children Tryna bone three rosetta stones In two different time zones [Verse2 Tilique] A look I wonder if the gods give me a try Ima gonna ride stupid like T.I.? Yousa fool if you dont think hip hops like high school And you could slide off of varsity just like Ja Rule There aint no time to celebrate Im in the room with a pen, while yall nias sippin 40s and meltin blunts straight to the face Im just tryna change the way my teams living Our seeds is our beginning feeling like im Gene Simons way I delt on base Just felt on case And got to boxin like Johnny Cochran Leavin the da with no oxygen You know my doctrine Words of Mike Tyson Every man got a plan till he get hit in the mouth My nias drop a brick in the south Hustlen like he got licenses And the wallets say bad mothafa Im feelin like im Mos Def in ruckess Tryna get to them gold digging bes f these cluckers Most of my nias still swiggin liquor And be getting mad whenever you try and take they picture, since the fictured in crime Cause how you gonna shake grams and be on gang land Contradictions is a antimobsters mission Out in dmv you could end up with the fishmen No more keeping the drug stash in the dorito bag over by the fence end And this that wired tap rap, so I could give a fuck whos listening How the hell you ball!? Copin all your jwelz in a mall at a kiosk Im at a mosk dark science Still hold an alliance with grandmas gods at odd frequencies of lower levels I use to compromise with the devil On tour with liquor stores none of my bottles eye level For my chain the devil compromises metal I was luke warm till god ask me to recruit for him Said Id get back to him Later showed up with a pen, was like na, but ill shoot for him So now my lyrics is pourin like white Russian And I could give a f about your fakeup watch and ice crushin Your life lustin I spit shit into existence that youre never touchin Young mc Im Teflon My nias pump like Exxon with x on em And I could see the death on em [Hook]
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