A Jay - Gorrilaz vs Demons lyrics
Intro: A-Jay Mic Check Verse 1: A-Jay Wrong War with the right soldier MC's and Mic holders Staring and glancing Like I'm Marilyn Manson But I'm black f** a white coma I might f** a white ho to watch her eyes roll To the back of her head n***a rap isn't dead I got my gla**es and I'm writing On my mattress with lead And all these fake a** rappers getting smashed in the head I told you Start sh** I dare you cuz I'm swinging with the left hook Note books full of illustrations like a text book Lyric superfluity Google me if you need more Day light savings, fall back I'm gonna spring forward Three doors down from my house there are three who*es Down for the smashing and I'm sacking like I'm Seymour, Raiding On this Rap sh** damn its f**ing majic Clap b**h other fake n***as like an actress Monsters Goblins Shout out to the Goblins Shout out to the n***as that are steady hitting Targets Marksmen Archers p**y's don't alarm us we sleep well eat well smoking on the ganja Shout out to the Rastas Grow them f**ers longer cuz these single mamas twisting Gonna need they f**ing dollars Know that when they get them they on Vacay bye Let me spell it for you n***as A-J-A-Y Hol up Dialog: A-Jay & Illa Gutta A-Jay: sh**, if they can't bob to this idk wtf they can bob too Illa: Me either A-Jay: Got my n***a Illa here haha Illa: yea A-Jay: AKA Black Jesus out this b**h Illa: That's what they calling me now, I like that Verse 2: Illa Gutta NoT patiently waiting, been constantly waiting Like sitting on the toilet while you constipated Contemplating the whole constitution Cuz the whole lil things a piece of cotton paper They call me Stanley Milgram, Mr. Shock Generator This Whole societies a Holocaust in the making We coming for the Forts, Army bossing the Navy Thinking you gonna win your first loss when you play me Hall of Fame resume don't care if you pro They tried to change Medicaid, don't care if you broke Got the flow got the rhymes and I got the power Illa Mattic but i'm still Auto, that's rocket power Keep a shell on my emotions I don't think That you ever gonna hear that sh** open You rappers must got cotton mouth Cuz you non rapping as n***as Got no spit Verse 3: A-Jay and Illa Gutta A-Jay: You want a milli Illa? I want a milli too Lets stack these honeys in the jar like we was Winnie Pooh I hustle supa hard its bout to k** me dude I keep a bottle of the tussin f**in get me through Illa: I want a milli but I want 2 milli too Lets ride out on these n***as like Hillbillies do Got prestige from Florida to Philly too Gorillaz & Demons welcome to the city zoo A-Jay: That's Guerrilla Illa Jay with the demons Illa: Jay got the dope flow Illa got the feensman A-Jay: Lame n***as don't know Paid and we eating Beef is a choice But it came wit a beating Illa: Destroying co*kroaches spray the raid to the ceiling n***as best behave or meet their grave this evening A-Jay: Flow like the water Flame isn't leaving Illa: My flow getting hotter like the change of the season