[00:00.37] Takin' it from the top?
[00:01.26] (Hell yeah, we taking it from the top)
[00:01.87] Tippy?
[00:02.92] All my people (sing it, daddy)
[00:05.64] Hey, uh
[00:07.80] 
[00:27.32] Excuse me as I kiss the sky
[00:30.77] Sing a song of sixpence, a pocketful a rye
[00:33.41] Who the fuck wanna die for their culture
[00:35.36] Stalk the dead body like a vulture
[00:37.49] Ticallion, hmmm
[00:38.74] Blacker than your blackest stallion
[00:40.39] Hit your housing projects
[00:41.86] I represent yo' Shaolin my nigga
[00:43.87] Hell yes, apocalypse now, the gun blaow
[00:46.31] It be goin' down, diggy diggy down, diggy down down
[00:48.98] While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
[00:51.47] When I raise my trigger finger, all y'all niggas hit the deck
[00:54.29] 'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcore
[00:56.72] Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs
[00:59.61] The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it
[01:02.23] With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam bitch
[01:05.09] Plus, the Bombazee got me wide...
[01:07.47] (Fuckin' with us) is a straight suicide
[01:10.22] 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
[01:12.74] Three, two, murder one lyric at your door
[01:15.15] Tical bring it to that ass raw
[01:17.21] Breaking all the rules like glass jaws
[01:19.12] Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours
[01:21.74] Fucker, we don't need no rap tour
[01:23.70] I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture
[01:26.54] More than you bargained for
[01:28.13] Tical, that stays open like an all-night store
[01:30.77] For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel
[01:33.42] Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill
[01:35.93] And end your existence, M-E-T
[01:38.72] Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D
[01:41.14] I's be the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust
[01:44.02] The Egyptian musk used to have me pull mad sluts
[01:46.64] I shift like a clutch with the Ruck
[01:48.69] Examine my nuts, I don't stop 'til I get enough
[01:51.91] Yo' shit broke down, light your flair
[01:53.99] This the dark side tears into Hollywood Squares
[01:57.39] Six million ways to die, so I chose
[01:59.86] Made it six million and one with your eyes closed
[02:02.44] The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the wrath
[02:05.10] And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass
[02:07.94] Ayo my man (Tical) hear me now
[02:10.22] Bitches used to play me, now they can't forget me now
[02:12.10] Forget me not, I rock the spot, check Glock
[02:15.65] Empty off a lickin' off in hip-hop
[02:18.12] Fuck the Billboard, I'm a bullet on my block
[02:20.83] How you dope when you paid for your Billboard spot?
[02:23.54] Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
[02:26.09] (It's the Funk Doctor Spock smokin' buddah on the train)
[02:28.54] How high? (So high that I can kiss the sky)
[02:31.09] How sick? (So sick that you can suck my dick)
[02:33.84] Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
[02:36.54] Recognize johnny blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
[02:39.19] (How high?) So high that I can kiss the sky
[02:41.69] (How sick?) So sick that you can suck my dick
[02:44.05] 'Til my man Raider Ruckus come home
[02:46.44] It ain't really on 'til the Ruckus get, home
[02:48.91] Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone
[02:51.64] We don't need your dirt weed, we got our fuckin' own
[02:54.37] Check it
[02:55.25] I brings havoc with my hectic
[02:56.85] Bring the Pain lyrics screaming for the antiseptic
[02:59.41] Moving on your left kid, and I'm Method
[03:01.86] Out my fucking dome piece, plus I got no love for the beast
[03:05.20] Hailing from the big East Coast, where niggas pack toast
[03:08.60] Home of the drug kingpin and cut throats
[03:10.47] Hey boy, you the rude boy on the block
[03:13.19] You try to stop the bum rush, you will get popped
[03:15.87] As I run a mile with a racist
[03:17.92] My style was born in the pissy staircases
[03:20.52] Dig it, eff a rap critic
[03:22.88] He talk about it while I live it
[03:24.47] If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it
[03:26.44] Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and Glocks in ya
[03:29.37] Enter the center, lyrics bang like Rico-chet Rabbit
[03:32.42] I brings havoc with an A-K matic
[03:34.77] Rollin' blunts' an all-day habit
[03:36.88] I get it on like Smif 'n' Wess'; who clique's the best?
[03:39.57] Punks take a sip and test, who split your vest
[03:42.06] The funk phenomenon, I'm bombing you like Lebanon
[03:44.94] Blow canals of Panama just off stamina
[03:47.55] Styles not to be fucked with or played with
[03:50.00] Fuck them pretty hoes, I love those Section 8 bit-ches
[03:53.38] Hitting snitches, twisting wigs with
[03:55.35] Fat radical mathematical type scriptures
[03:58.29] I dig up in your planets like Diga-boo
[04:01.13] Scared you, blew you to smitha-reens
[04:03.89] Fuck the Marines, I got machines
[04:05.61] That like to spit and read Mad magazines
[04:08.26] I fly more heads than Continental
[04:10.45] Wreck ya five times like U.S. Air off an instrumental
[04:13.77] Look I'm not a halfway crook with bad looks
[04:16.12] But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks
[04:18.85] I breaks 'em off proper
[04:20.24] Ask Biggie Smalls, "Who Shot Ya?"
[04:21.82] Funk Doctor with the 12-gauge Mossberg
[04:24.24] Look, I got the tools like Rickle
[04:25.90] To make your mind tickle
[04:27.10] For the nine nickle
[04:28.61] Yo Red, yo Red
[04:29.72] Punk ass, pussy ass
[04:32.04] We ain't gotta show you no more, man
[04:35.60] We out
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