F.T. - Men at Work 2020 lyrics

[Verse 1 : Kool G Rap] Deadly rhymes, here's the solution Smoke you so bad, I'm a shoot till your kuf' spin Scoops more loops than nooses in a looney bin [.... in a talk .... groupin'] Send the men with white suits in with [???] in 'em Stab and stab the limbs with a blue pen Rages [have it??] straitjacket taser the ba*tard Basket-case with hazardous [???] You grab the mace to spray out a pathway You pa** the [cake??], nurse hurt in a black wig Jack Nicholson crackpot, listen to crackpots Whip with a fifth on the back block You got rocked but didn't know how to act, doc Nothin' but dimes bendin' over for the back shot Some tight white chicks lick on my black co*k Main squeeze got dead up in the padlock [Verse 2 : Nutso] Stand clear, the real a**a**in's here I'm the man upstairs that drank too many beers Cheers from the sideline, hookers on the hotline I'm on that corner, slingin' rocks and tryin' to stop mine Red and blue lights, b**h addict for the night I gotta take flight or else they're gonna find that white Substance that lights crack pipes at night Fiends in the PJs fightin' for three nights Plus I'm tight Source gave me three mics That's one magazine b**h in the whole clip, riiight? Pop-off master, lyrical amba**ador Point-blank comma, gimme space like NASA Ghetto ba*tard with a rapture, what happened? Make you play the wall like plaster, die faster Yo G, I gave you sixteen, put it on a triple-beam Break the pound up, bring the money back to Queens [Verse 3 : Rugged Intellect] It's a demo, my road to the riches is truly marvelous Like KGR, bad to the bone, now who's the pharmacist? But dominance, common, autonomous, droppin' the novelist 'Nuff said: take 'em to war, crews be robbin' this It's nothin' to me, the edge of sanity's a damn shame Time to represent for the brothers, we on a campaign Trilogy of terror, number one with a bullet I'm blowin' up in the world, you motherf**ers couldn't Put money in the bank if I'm wanted dead or alive I'm losin' weight like an elephant died On the road to riches Listen, the mission is that I'm still rappin' Hot tracks, deliver the plaques sh** is real platinum I brings it back, it's the cat with the hard-right checks The ladies love me cause I talk like s** I be the innovator with the greater data Skip defibrillators send the bill to haters to pay it So I'm a see ya later [Verse 4 : FT a.k.a. Stand Out] f** waitin', I'm God, not Satan Stop hatin', shots sprayin', I'm not playin' Start prayin', my heart's racin' like Scarface's In car chases, I'm Skywalkin' and Darth Vadin' Ghost ridin', toast hidin' with cold iron You're two-two'in', I'm three-poundin' and four-fivin' Bad b**hes, I'm mad, b**hes, you had riches I clap b**hes, [???], this is the rap Hitler Crack giver to fiends, that's why I stack figures That n***a is me, Hennessey black liquor Drunk drivin' and blunt rollin', the gun's stolen Put a hole in your chest until your lung's swollen The young legend, son's reppin' with one weapon To k** you with no answers and no questions No videos, no dances and no sessions I be makin' sh** happen, I'm so destined [Verse 5 : Ras Ka**] Underground superhero, Emperor Nero Roman graffiti, tag my name on Colosseum murals Slick lines, puro, peso, a few Euros Y'all b**h n***as got cleavage like two zeros wa*kstas talkin' Bobby DeNiro, but sweet like churros I be comin' in Latinas Like donkey show burros Blurro Keep them bottles poppin' Hip hop Mickey Thompson B-boy exclusive The reptilian side of my brain contains the venom of Medusa's I'm out here grindin', Bobby Brown's jaw Two state bids, I'm down by law Tell them crackers in the blue suits everything Biggie said Prove it's bulletproof: milli to the head My occupation: live like a billionaire f** like a p**n star and drink like a sports bar [Verse 6 : Action Bronson] Yo G, fold 'em Copy the suits outta Goldman's Shooters on the roof, suede on the shoe Queens, that's where d**h do us Same place, fiend face'll get left blue-ish Countin' money on the deck Recoupin' the s**, shoop on the set f** around put the [noose] to your neck Duck on the table, spin it like the barrel Share it with the family, born to be a pharaoh Straight sick wit' it, need quarantine Young prime time, pull corner schemes Snap fingers for the waiter, time for ordering Small flowers in the garden need a watering Writin' rhymes with my daughter and my son present Ginger ale, marijuana lung resin Flushing, Queens, Dominican, a diner Posse goin' in, treat it like vagina [Verse 7 : Necro] Mutilate the beat like a bear mutilating meat Shoot you with a .38 in the face, to lick the bleed Lacerate, never procrastinate with beef Decapitate any rapper that hate on the thieves Please, I'm more street than your whole fleet Police lock you up, you're f**ed till your a**hole bleeds Plus some chubby Clubber Lang-lookin' motherf**er named Bubba Gang-bangin' you with no rubber You bleed like hemo', chop you like Premo Pop your mop-top off, emo like you got chemo Blast a burner like Dillinger, brown Derringer Vern Schillinger, brain hemorrage'll Turn to gelatin, bird skeleton Charcoal black, melanin Spermin' in Helen Keller women Schizophrenic with the most elegant etiquette Till I flip like a predicate felon Somebody get a medic