Hit-Boy - Belly of the Beast lyrics

[Intro] Dangerous, dangerous These n***as can't hang with us hang with us n***a we dangerous, dangerous My n***a we [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] I swear all my life I been around crips and bloods Grips and slugs, the trigger happiest thugs Claiming the slums, and all the hoods that they from Too much of the some, got it twisted up blinded in a rat race Cash straight, the fake k** jake, the snakes too late My eyes dilate, and I could tell them how he strafe Coming at me sideways, get straighten up Don't deflate it up gimmie the bucks my cash wrinkling up Looking back in the days, amazed Cause the lab rat done made it out the maze Still feel caged, enraged though Used the underground railroad like a runaway slave Broke off the chains still runway fresh Got you on that mental plane with my project jet I'm two steps above that nimbus cloud My limit is low, when I'm smoking on that loud Focus in the now, when the lotus is around It's the Brooklyn sound, a pro found, Biggie would be proud about But I don't need a vet to even shout me out Punchlines pack a Pacquiao they can't box me out [Bridge: Joey Bada$$] Big up big up, it's a stick up stick up n***as hit a n***a quick if he hiccup hiccup Big up big up, it's a stick up stick up n***as hit a n***a quick if he hiccup hiccup Tell me what them know bout the Badmon named Jozif Women come around, I look em down like they don't know sh** Word around the town is that they got the match explode it [Hook: Chronixx] I'm a child of the city Son of the streets And it's just a pity They not tough like we And things not look pretty When we got to eat Things get much deeper Deeper and deeper [Verse 2: Chronixx] And I survive, thank the father Feel like I was raised by Clans One Order Had to keep calm and hold ma corner Cause a stray gun shot if you cross the border Pro Era teach them the pros and cons Of living in a city with a thousand dons A thousand ghetto youths with a thousand guns Cold hearted k**ers with frozen lungs But praise rastafari we wheel and come again Know I Nyabinghi sit know we the drummer dem Dem ammunition are tougher we power dem Lightning and thunder a devour them Pro Era teach them the pros and cons Original Chronixx and Joe Badmon No King Sela**ie, we have the golden crown Get ready for the shift we are the chosen ones I'm a child of the city, city, oooh [Hook: Chronixx] I'm a child of the city Son of the streets And it's just a pity They not tough like we And things not look pretty When we got to eat Things get much deeper, oh no Deeper and deeper The belly of the beast I'm a child of the city, city, oooh city Been get real ugly I got to eat Now every man has to stand on his own two feet You have to love you have to dove tougher than a concrete It's them to you a white sheet oh dear