[Verse 1: Black Kent] Yeah Turn the mic' on Mic is on, alright I feel like doing my thing on that one Can I do my thing ? Yes I can
Yeah, turn the mothafucking lights on Yeah and like pass that rubber rubber Mommy wobble wobble going 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 Your mama wants to love him man your lady wants to fuck him And I'm barely joking with the mic dude And I'm barely choking Got yo bitches' legs very open And that's very often I don't mean to b-b-brag but I got a hashish team for every ?? And I shine two, most of my niggas wear black masks they don't give a fuck about swine flu I used to be the nigga dreamin about the television Now he is gone and you better beat him And I’m working on this beat by Dre In them beats by Dre And I’m trying to get a beat by dre, fuck it
[Hook] Roll that shit Light that shit Smoke that shit Pass that motherfucker Get that shit Speak that homie Let me hit that shit Pass that mothafucker
[Vesre 2: 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 shitting on fools even if I spit my word shit Syrup gimme a turp better than turpentine In layman’s I lay niggas down with one rhyme, because I don’t want you faggots on my 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 ain't playing mothafuckers I got three cannons big as Johnas Brothers Afraid is the rage then slit throats and graze you I hate you niggas fuck it I guess I'm racist Cali and the V.A. shit nigga we made shit