Meyhem Lauren - Steranko lyrics

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] Chrome cream, triple beam, home team Rap the tools of the trade, rocking j**els in the shade Bathe in the hate, then I rinse in the rapture Precise, living trife, no prints for the capture Been there done that, c**aine gum rap Your shine got dead that you won't get the sun back Uh, while y'all self destruct I eat good, maintain health, then f** No new friends, but had to dead a couple old ones Same routine, chain gleam, my n***as home [?] Building for the better while we bagging up the bu*ter See me on the TV, but I'm rapping for the gutter I stood back and contemplate life as I live it Fall back n***a, keep the phone slang cryptic Speaking in codes like we speaking in tongues Cause when it's on, my n***as speaking with guns Motherf**er [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Mob at the squad, shirts off, hard in the yard Come live, leave scarred in the coroners car Look at his face, clowns get put in their place Boy hot, like the stove top cooking the [?] Nothing to me, trust me they loving the G Bad b**h wanna turn up, get f**ed in the V And tossed to the curb. Watch who you're talking to, herb No dice, get your head cracked off for some words Think its a game, show that we ain't thinking the same Don't make a lot of friends, in a blink, sh** change Coming for ours, squad too hungry to starve How we swarm to the honey, when there's money involved [Verse 3: Rast RFC] My flows are a breath of fresh air to a meth head on his d**hbed With gangrene in his arm and it just spread Into his main vein in his brain You never seen this level of pure dope since it k**ed River Phoenix Or Janis Joplin, yo it's hot son Lets do a drive-by in my pop's car with my mom's gun Hop in a Datsun, pop a couple Oxycontin And take away their oxygen with a shotgun Rest in peace to Eric Garner These racist cops k**ing blacks like COs in [?] Make me wanna blast a revolver And I ain't talking about no Beatles album, no genre A martyr, a suicide bomber A bulletproof armor that'll die for my honor And we don't give a f** about the law or Your Honor Pull his whole whip back and kidnap his daughter [Verse 4: Esoteric] You had one job; spit extraordinary lines Instead you came with extra ordinary rhymes Yo 7L, tell me where the gat at Nah, scratch that, imma take the [?] Megasaurus, take a tourist by his dad hat ES in the trenches like a lab rat Listen, I'm a lion roaring, you're a dog yelping I am Matt Murdock, you're a Foggy Nelson I'm [?] Jon Bernthal Punisher, you're a penis in a urinal Statue of Liberty dunk leaves your mans buried I jump over Trump voters like Stansberry [?] Ill punchline, I'm working on the verse still Slow it down, cause we know you're real fake It's like when you hit the brakes and the steering wheel shakes