1985 By Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist
My bro said “Don’t say that”
I said “*** that, I’m gon’ be gettin’ a wooping anyway
Don’t make no goddamn difference”
*** that, I’m not one to find ***
What your mom say? “Take the garbage out, ***”
(Yeah) Yeah, don’t lose the beat ***
Take the garbage out
Yeah-yeah, I just upped the flows to the God level
Yeah
Yeah-yeah
Finna up the flows to the God level, ***, what
Yeah, check-check
Yeah, mic check-check
Yeah, ***, check-check
Yeah, ***, check-check
Yeah, yeah
Quarter thang to a whole thang, whole gang workin’ (Yeah)
Hit a *** with that extended clip or that revolver
***’ll serve the same purpose (Bang, bang)
Keep them beamin’ up to Scotty in my *** lobby
I can smell the ‘caine burnin’
Michael Jordan, 1985, ***, I travel with the *** circus
Put them F and Xs on your clowned ass
Catch a *** up and leave him down bad
I go get a pack and take a *** town
And *** his *** with my out of town ass
Bomb on niggas like Nagasaki
Rocket next to my pocket, I like hibachi
Drop the check on the ***
Man, these niggas be lookin’ like baby mommas in these Maseratis
***, I *** up your face with a razor
How I make sure your motherfuckin’ family can’t view your body
*** thuggin’ and ***, put my blood in his ***
Break my finger, Alfredo, Illuminati (Illuminati)
Joe Pesci, push your product
You niggas is sweeter than Joe Exotic
On the run like Assad, and so above the police
It’s some niggas be chillin’ and hoppin’ out the box (Hoppin’ out the box)
Police caught him with a whole thang
Now they snitchin’ man, whole gang workin’
Gangland, made a lane in it
Dip my name in it, it’s some gang ***
All my reps in the *** files, ***, I got ’em up out the vault
I’m the reason your mama be smokin’ that Brillo and be rippin’ them contenders off (Them contenders off)
Keep them beamin’ up to Scotty in my *** lobby
I can smell the ‘caine burnin’
Gangland, if you put a hit on Freddie ‘caine it’ll be a gang ***
1985, Michael Jordan, ***, I travel with a *** circus
Flow God level, like when Hov speak
I make a song, weep, I got the game hurt
***, yeah-yeah
Flow God level, like when Hov speak
I make a song, weep, I got the game hurt
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, check-check
Check-check
Mic check-check
Check-check
Niggas need a check, check, yeah
We got everybody in the house, tonight
I’ll wait for my DJ to get ready
Nah