[Black Kent] yeah turn the mic' on mic is on, alright i feel like doin' ma thing on that one can i do my thing? yes i can
yeah, turn the mothafuckin lights on yeah and like pass that rubber rubber mommy wobble wobble goin' down undercover how could dumb dummy black be the lover's lover and i'm the hater's lover little pretty motherfucker thats how they call a brother and i brawl a brother yo mama wanna love him man yo' lady wanna fuck him and i'm barely jokin' with the mic dude and i'm barely chokin' got yo bitches' legs very open
And that's very offense i don't mean to b-b-brag but i got a hashish team for every ?? and i shine two, most of my niggaz wear black masks they don't give a fuck about swine flu i used to be the nigga dreamin 'bout the television ?? is gone and you better ?? him And i’m workin’ on this beat by dre in them beats by dre and i’m trying to get a beat by dre, fuck it
[chorus] Roll that shit, Light that shit Smoke that shit, Pass that motherfucker
Get that shit Speak that homie Lemme hit that shit Pass that mothafucka
[Bishop Lamont]
Mr. Wordsmith spit the words which saliva found the surface Pit stocks take a forecast surgeon have the surgery You come out of line your best punch lines from your best verses I’m still shittin’ on fools even if I spit my word shit Syrup gimme a turp better than turpentine In layman’s I lay niggaz down with one rhyme, cuz I don’t want you faggots on ma dick There’s two reasons to be afraid: bitches and Black Kent Two reasons don’t act crazy with these guns in my clique See I don’t get caught by that V.I. shit I shoot a silent movie ?? Uh-uh I aint playin mothafuckas I got three cannons big as johnas brothers Afraid is the rage then slit throats and graze ya’ I hate you niggaz fuck it I guess im racist Cali and the V.A. shit nigga we made shit