Guilty Simpson - Random lyrics

[Sean Price] As-salamu alaykum It's the rap Jack Tatum I break backs on rap cats who fabricatin' You're just a worker, why's your boss hatin'? Talkin' bullsh**, get lost in translation Nerds makin' the game lame, you birds fakin' I will smack your f**in' head off, verbatim Line for line, rhyme for rhyme I will end your f**in' career with this 9 of mine All my life I've been quick with the drama I'm at peace now ever since a n***a took his Shahada So ?, my raps is so groovy Bald head and big beard, I'm so Sunni 50 emcees, put 'em in a line Get 50 more thugs with they hand on a 9 It'll take 50 more before I go for mine Buck 50 cross the face for n***as thinkin' they rhyme It's nothin' to end your life PF, Tone Toca and Kimbo Price! P! [Tony Touch] Yeah man that's what I'm talking about 50 emcees, homeboy Yo, Guilt! Whatup tho! [Guilty Simpson] Peace to Tony Toca Landlord record heat and then I put it out Like the only smoker Disrespect, I'll fold your soldiers (Simpson) I got it made like I'm bonin' Oprah I got your number, f** a Motorola I buck a loaded toaster, burn bread And turn heads to coma dosers Comatose, you'll sleep well I'm conniving like my dog in D12 I'm surviving, obese style like beats well Me fail? Never Let your face wrinkle up Pop you then come back and wet the same spot up Like sprinklers (Damn!) You want war? Don't think of us Soon as you do, we shoot at your crew Then it's back at my spot with a beautiful view This is livin' for me but music for you (coward) Simpson writes flagrant statements Heater on my waist still scrapes the pavement Assault rifle like a limo truck I don't A&R, put your demos up And get me the cash flow I Muay Thai rappers and call 'em collabos Catch a knee to the face You can sleep in a lake Or hand over the keys to the safe