Meyhem Lauren - Bbq Salmon lyrics

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] After Nas snuffed Jesus I gave him a ice pack And told them Queens n***as won't lose don't fight back I write rap for n***as that sling cracks on corners The stand up type that bust slugs at informers Provide the whole thing but still quarter waters Self-employed, never the type to take orders While we cross borders then we draw new lines And if the fiends sniff 'em up, gotta hit 'em with fines It's like the game got blinds trying to block my shine Musta misplaced your mind trying to take what's mine Still ill like a pepper mill, yeah I grind It's whatever with the beef I ain't hard to find If I'm not in QU then I'm deep in the Brook Fly fisher for a new shorty looking to hook Type to pull my burner out while I'm reading a book Intellectual thug sh** that got ya'll shook Goretex in the winter, raw s** when I'm in her If it's wifey, your sideline chick might ignite me I'm not from the bay so I don't get hyphy Elegant a**a**in, point a pistol politely I might be the best to drop and ten plus My pops had a spot uptown that sold dust Ain't no love left in the game, it's just lust And my mind is celibate so I don't give two f**s [Verse 2: J-Love] Known to step on the scene and rip tracks Get rap, get clapped if you think the kid wack I made off like Madoff Probably getting payed off Diversify my bonds when n***as getting layed off Van Gogh rap flow, the man though, slam foes Trample anything to make a stand for Advance pro body n***as, toss 'em in manholes For letting they lip flip, the ?mamaja? ?ham bone? Incredible melodic vocalist who rhyme lovely Moves made subtly left with no recovery You'll always be a son to me, kid you'll never trouble me My balls in your girl's mouth like she was sipping bubble tea Got them long arms, always reach pockets My boys pop Glocks, punch your eyes out the sockets [Hook] [Verse 3: Solace] The greatest man walking, son I slide in your area Punch cats in the face cause they move so inferior Straight superior, rap George W. Bush Getting oil money like a king and a rook Move side to side, diagonal like a bishop Life's a game of chess and I'm here for a stick-up Bag your queen and ride away on a horse Snatch all your pawns, son the king breaks north The royal emperor, modern day Roman empire If J-Love sees her you can greet me as sire Queens monument, vocal in my document Live at the BBQ you must sound dominant Be so prominent with future tycoons Underground legends spitting harpoons [Hook] [Verse 4: Take-It] Hey yo I never snuffed Jesus but I spoke with the devil Put on some heavy metal, I'm ghetto get set over sentimental Gentle pathetic losers fearing the size of they shooters an*lyze all they movements and they just high off the buddha School books and rulers known as brother bookbags, [?] lovers Undercovers wearing tighter jeans than they mother They like to scream while I run up and hold them n***as for hostage I got my honors from my college on my varsity symbolic Acknowledge greatness, yeah this is Take-It Reported high for probation so amazing The way I tell an officer I'll put you in a coffin sir Grab you by your wifey's hair While your screaming in fear "please get off of her" Coming through with a mask like Zorro Throwing you off cause of ?blasts of coral? And leave the story with a moral It's taken with all the rhyming who ?mastered asorinomics? Be honest, who you think rhymes in a feast with vomit