Chilla Jones - Pendulum lyrics

[Intro] [Mickey] This for my n***as that don't wait on sh**! [Chilla] Clark Kent, I hit the booth and throw the cape on quick [Mickey] Y-3, fire kicks that's a Fei Long hit [Chilla] Of Napalm, f** the pen that's in they palm gripped What we make up's out the box, like a Avon kit [Mickey] Wait on As a kid, I felt Biggie rhymes Met Diddy then, kept witty lines So if I ain't the one, I'm close to it like 12:59 [Chilla] So wait a minute and gimmie time Yeah I see you in the city with a pretty dime Face cute, a** fat, titties fine But I know boys in the hood that gave shorty more back shots than Ricky's spine [Mickey] Crazy as Singleton, had 4 Brothers in her thighs Mickey's mind is Warhol's and Porsche doors Foreign broads on all fours, like dog paws [Chilla] Hardcore, my ___ sharper than long swords Box em and fold up strong jaws like cardboard [Mickey] Concords when I'm tired of the Y's [Chilla] Off the Buddha, my mind is getting high What I spit in ya ear'll startle you I'm surprising with the lines I don't play though homie [Mickey] I'm inspired by the wise! Let's see Light-bulb on, the light goes on [Chilla] Psycho [Mickey] Write those bars, Nitro Charge [Chilla] Pyro [Mickey] Ignite both arms, ignite those bombs If you write those wrong, then right those wrongs [Chilla] And life goes on I'm feeling like the game is too Wringling The true kingpin of New England, I'm thru mingling Whoever said I lack respect Gonna feel the whiplash effect After Mickey I'm snappin... necks [Mickey] Check, half impressed with the co*ky raps you cook-up They study me, it's prolly facts you look up Rushing punches like Drago Still on since the Apollo Feel he hate? What about the rocky stats you put up homie? All-City Chess Alumni [Chilla] They not talkin', they tongue-tied My girl went from Boyz II Men I don't let her water run dry [Mickey] Bad chick that goes both ways, it's hard to come by [Chilla] I'm the King Pen [Mickey] The rap Wilson Fisk Me, I'm Malcolm X preparing for my pilgrimage Culture, only eat Kosher, no gefilte fish Black man who want his black hand on the pyramid Ima take a break for 15, let Chilla live [Chilla] f** it Mick I'm ready to die, tell em I did it Big No pedophile, they feel a kid And if Jerome bet his cash in hand, no way you gone steal a win They all eager to battle, saying "I'm ready Chilla" But you ain't beatin' a deadly k**er, with heavy filler. [Neva!] Anyone who say ima lose and'll bet me scrilla In the end'll pay sir, like Reggie Miller This where it go left The homie Los fresh But set it up, your senior team will feel the most d**hs Jones with the crown, I'm so vicious Unforgettable, Yeah! I'm that King, cold with it Sick flow, from the get go, when I go get it See how they grade me? Aye B, I'm on a roll with it Someone gone have to get me Who else can rap this sickly? Give-n-Go, now it's back to Mickey [Mickey] Cops want our hands up in the air like George Clooney But scared when a brother stand up, like Paul Mooney Rather see em face to face, when they off duty Can't wait till a law get pa**ed like Bob Cousy Been nice since Genesis no Sega The Alpha Omega Ya salsa with no flavor Where the hoes that ain't pole strangers For a tip, I want a nightcap I'll be pissed if it's no takers You're in the top 3 that's what they say Grocery bag full of money, guess what my safe weigh My bucket list, indecent I'm sorry Culinary degree and me knee deep in Ferraris A menage with divas lookin' like barbies Ironically, I wanna see cheetahs on a safari [Outro: Emilio Rojas] It's that white and hispanic cat Finding peace is like finding out where Atlantis at And I grew up with excuses, I never had a dad I guess that's why I'm reclusive, that's how I channel that I love my solitude That's how I gotta move I don't f** with none of these lil' b**hes, I'm childproof They don't got no code of honor, they got excuses And loyalty is just another word that got tattooed I'm trusting less and I'm watching more, cause a lot of y'all Tried to barge your f**in' way in after I got the door I been in the big apple, it got a rotten core And I pay a couple of stacks for the fiends that's noddin' off They don't never seem to fall though These new rappers pump fake, they don't never seem to ball though Yeah, I know you filing for section 8 Cause you done blew your f**in' advances sittin' in a section with 8 Hoes, they give a f** about ya You can't impress these gold diggers, they just tryna get a buck up out ya Yeah, and I done been through it all If you need to humble yourself, then you should give me a call It's E!