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