[Intro]
Crook's Corner
Uh, oh yeah
My brother Dizz made this
[Verse]
Rappers, this is your d**h certificate
I speak every week and your presence is less significant
Speakin' of d**h certificate, unless I'm pinnin' in, I don't wrestle
38 special, I don't give lessons unless it's infinite
I don't give messages less than intricate
I don't care if you extra ignorant, get b**h slapped like domestic incidents
Insolent lyricist, this your d**h certificate
Suggest you get your sh**, hit the exit unless you interested
And TEC extended clips, got a d**h wish, I help you injure sh**
I bet the witnesses scared as sh** as they sketch the images (Woah)
For the detective tryna stop my weekly murder spree
Rap media talk about rappers like they ain't heard of me
Discussin' the best bar for bar, I hear Royce, I hear Em, I hear Thought
I hear Lupe, hear Kendrick, hear Cole, hear a whole lotta rappers that will tell you to your face
When Crooked spit, murder is the case, n***a
I got my start with those n***as, who robbed starter coats
School of hard knocks on a row, hard knock Shawn Carter flow
I rap like I started the whole hip-hop universe
Swallow the God particle and vomit in a Nas article
I call a audible, the fans are gonna cheer
But the casual fans just want the album of the year
And the purest only want a album with Premier
Meanwhile I'm in Cali, khaki saggin' on the pier
Like what's happenin' over here?
I only rap with juggernauts, still them other n***as is scared
They studio door is double locked
Picture that makin' my hustle stop
Still rockin' watches I can't pronounce like [?], Hublot, I don't know
Man I used to sip the cup a lot
Son instrumentals and dad beats when the rubber pops
I could put your coffin in a hearse, resurrect you, have you walkin' in reverse
You was dead at 2:05, then alive at one o'clock, I run the clock backwards
Linear timelines, cymatic patterns, I could shatter Saturn
I could crack [?], I could teach the metaphysics to the average rapper
I could speak to your picture and have you under the command of the pineal gland
But damn all you wanna hear about is d**, n***a
I know some crips that wear more red than blood n***as
Broke n***as that wear more Polo than stunt n***as
Drug addicts that rig they kids to the plug, n***a
I grew up in the slums, grew up with the guns
Drinkin', brew up 'til I threw up on my ones
A lunatic like that Saint Louis clique
Still beggin' a lucy loo, off the dribble like skip to my lou
And Louis, where I'm from and lure, who I become
I never do the gossip, I do you like Louis Gossett
You a junior when I'm done
OutKast it like Idlewild
I don't f** with R. Kelly now 'cause he a pedophile
So is King James, take his name off the Bible now
Decipher these recitals in these cyphers, describe a modern day Disciple now
Born in my birth suit (Yeah), really is my earth suit (Yeah)
Really I'm an idea that shout out the mind of God
And I'm just writin' wit' this like that shining inside me right now
I vow, before I change my style, I'll hold a projectile to my eyebrow and squeeze like (Pow!)
[Outro]
The Weeklys, Weeklys (Haha)
Are still rockin' with me? (Yeah)
Ay yo, I like this part of the beat right here
I want everybody to write a verse to this beat
Write a verse to come to my IG live, the cool table, spit that sh**
I see y'all next week