F A Rap Critic - Chuck Strangers, Kirk Knight , Joey Bada$$ (Produced by Statik (исполнитель: PRO ERA)
[Hook: Method Man sample] x4 Eff a rap critic He talk about it while I live it Talk about it while I live it [Verse 1: Chuck Strangers] I break hearts, a hundred bills on cheap thrills I spend it all, [bad word] up my wallet, stay on refill Your wallet on still, [bad word] doing pills Chuckie he get free fills, at strip clubs going once Black and red 1s, blunt rolled with a cold one My ex she been choosy, but I could give a [bad word] I'm with Rocka smoking Lucys, life been getting better Since they heard about the Era They say Chuckie got beats, but his bars can be better Well if you gon' suck my [bad word] make it wetter Odds against Che is slaughtered Bumpin' Midnight marauders Niggas smoking with your daughters You ain't getting beats until I [bad word] Niggas act up, there's finna be problems For the most part but niggas don't be wildin' And if she ain't got [bad word] it's no backstage pass Retweet a dumb [bad word] and watch the [bad word] get gassed And all my Prodies just laugh [Hook] [Verse 2: Kirk Knight] From the block to the block Keepin heaters shunned Like the chromosomes losing ends The cells gone wrong All I see is D-boys, tryna hold it down While I'm in the lab tryna take the crown Puffin loud, coughing at the most high Don't wanna see a coffin At most fear, til I hit the [bad word] office Sign me up, then I'm off this I'm tryna be a prophet, I don heard niggas lost it I'm so far, loungin back, I'm sofa Niggas tryna censor me out like SOPA But the sensor is so on, observe through scaffoldings Make niggas throw the towel in But word to the green it's just 48 laws of powering And word to the world I'm only a [bad word] hour in Praise to the holy father while ducking undercover Why bother? Aiight [Water] [Hook] [Verse 3: Joey Bada$$] You should already know when I get it mic checking If I feel threatened as soon as I step in Use the mic as my weapon, Reload my mind Fire my thoughts and then I recoil these lines Whoop! d-boys behind, know what they tryna find My nine, but that's my mind, you can't touch it That's a crime, how can I restrain silence I got the right to remain violent I can't stay still what's ya problem with that? They like chill, you earning medals but it's harder than that Diamonds and gold on me, so vanity has got its hold on me But any ice got cold on me So they don't know who Isis is, this priceless [bad word] Got enough shine to get you enlighten with Strike like lightning, cobras try bitin him But cold blood's thicker than the ink you writin in [Hook]