Das Racist - Town Business lyrics

[Verse 1: Ka**a Overall] Freeze! Motherf**er, I'm ill f** a f**in' deal Spit it how I feel Cooking up a meal Before I make a mil' I'm a take a pill Red pill, blue pill Tell me how you feel (Motherf**er I'm ill) Never lost in the sauce Paid the cost to be the boss (Motherf**er I'm ill) For real Cold as a ice box I get it in every day like white socks And I'm on the come-up like the right stock And I eat MCs like livestock So when the heat on, muf**a I chill You know why? Cause (Motherf**er I'm ill) So please pay attention to the moves made Either that or fall off like a toupee Or something like the end of a new day Cause life's a gamble, Russian roulette If you got the juice, please don't spill But I'm good (Motherf**er I'm ill) Keep on tracks I k** Me a murderer? (Motherf**er, I'm ill) And this sh** right here call it history Make the king disappear, officially I'm here to claim the hill Get jacked like Jill Cause mother-mother-mother-motherf**er I'm ill (No, Please!) [Verse 2: Kool AD] I'm real sick Vic V-A-Z Kool AD, behave, please Pay me Fed Ex man move tree unbeknownst to he Bag it up, grocery, supposedly (Motherf**er I'm ill) At least that's what they tell me Sheesh, for real, smell me? (Motherf**er I'm ill) Who am I to say they don't smell what they smell, B? Grace like Kelly, taste like jelly Laced like Melly Mel Oh welly well It's shelly-toed Spaghetti ropes, Anne Geddes green smokes Plus smoke gross curry My celly blows up frequently But I don't hurry cause (Motherf**er I'm ill) Don't worry I got this 25 milli Double-A Hotchkiss No-fly zone, the clouds is my home I'm grown, I like to do things on my own terms See me with worms and rhizomes Heck is like a tropical, cop a view (?) How that rockin' you, by the way? (Motherf**er I'm ill) I'd a rock you like a hurricane I'm a scorpio, man, eh (Motherf**er I'm ill) Sippin' on the 'tussin and huggin' the crill Like what a whale eat No fail, feet No kale, meat No braille, gla**es Gra**es, for ma**es, with they silly a**es (Motherf**er I'm ill) [Verse 3: Heems] And this spot look like the foot clan hideout Kool A.D., Ka**, Heems alone gettin' fried out We ride out, slide out, white out with the cousins, nice One take wasn't enough Now we buzzin' like twice No conundrum, your bars straight hum-drum Young Cocoa bu*ter, something like an old tum-tum A blocka blocka like Grandfather Mori Tanaka Tatonka, Chief Rocka (Motherf**er I'm ill) Always get the p**y cause I tell 'em that I'm Spanish I'm out this world, a brother from another planet Rest in peace, Dio, ay dios mio And you can keep Weezy Please free P though How dare you question this trends And what he brought to the table More than a plate, paintings Prodigy -- more Pica**o than Schnable But free Weezy too, though And Max B, too, yo Free the whole prison system What they did to you, bro? Puerto Rican judo Ju-don't know?