Juice - Coronation lyrics

[Verse One] Big Juice I bring pain on any track that I'm spitting on Your record deal ain't even worth the paper that it's written on 'gac I'm still sipping it, script I'm ill flipping Chicks, we ill dicking 'em quick, I spill rhythm with F5 and Dave from the naughty northwest side They tell me I'm to Illinois what Biggie was to Bedstuy Or TLC to Left Eye, my penmanship Is similar to the balance beam I tend to trip First I ask the Lord forgive me my sins and sh** Then contenders get stomped up and injured quick Then I begin to rip, the crowd's making me snap If it ain't Juice, the producers are wasting a track Taking it back to when an MC was able to rap These n***as fell the f** off with no cable's attached Beat Juice? What kind of f**ing fable is that? From my gat spark, the black Clark Gable is back None have ever been better since, with drums I'm unhesitant Plus I got my stripes like 101 peppermints It's become evident, the web I've spun is excellence I've come to sun residents and that's to son's detriment Alphabetically, we like P and Q I'm one step ahead, when comparing me to you And this is just a piece of A fraction of verse of A n***a that'll rip all cats braille or cursive [Scratch Hook] "Make some noise" "The king!" - Run DMC 'Down With The King' "Juice" [Verse Two] Juice I'm back I don't know if n***as heard or not But I'm tight like virgin twat and my words are hot Plus I got more tools than brain surgeon's got Splurge a lot but I never got the urge to stop I'm real, like the moment it occurred to 'Pac It was on when homie pulled up to the curb and shot I'll serve the whole block, don't disturb my spot The southside, the westside, the 'burbs is locked Y'all saw envelops of the rhymes I wrote They holy like Jesus Christ designed my quotes I stays in your blood stream, my lines are dope So dope I could prolly sell my lines for coke Hey, in battles I ain't never been the kind to choke I make your b**h give me brains until her spine is broke I'm a menace like Dennis is, vivid mic images Rappers metaphors be as slow as watching tennis is Shells spitting, I exhale in Hell's kitchen Plus I ride the track like the third rail's missing Mr. Brown Deniro, the local town hero Your b**h is getting dug the f** out like Ground Zero Every chance I write, I trample the mic Somebody call United, have 'em cancel the flight Beef you can't afford this The whole crowd applaud this I separate your head from your body like a cordless [Scratch Hook] "As long as I can reach my people over vinyl I'm fine" - Juice