Roach - Run the Town lyrics

[Verse 1: Papa Pill] Welcome to the Papa Pill show 2011's Poe Listen to my flow go My head don't grow a 'fro But listen to these raps I compose To the top, I feel close Had my highs and lows Hip-hop's about to flop Stop, drop, and roll, I'm burning you all You're going to collapse, perhaps a sack I'm back and going Micheal Strahan on your a** So fall back, relapse I just took a nap, relax But you f**ers are going to sleep Leap up! Feel my feet Peace, can you feel the beat Tell me is sweet Down in the dirt, about six feet? Test me, try me You best be set to die Don't cry, comply And say goodbye [Verse 2: Papa Pill] Can you compete? Contest the feat? Try to top the peak? Jay-Z's running the town but I'm topping the world like the north pole Fame's back, just look at the rhymes I hurl I refuse to lose, I'll bump a few You spark my fuse, you'll get abused There's evil in my moves Here's my cue, I'll spit none but few For fun, some guns See I make you run Like DMC Words don't hurt me, nor sticks and stones So pick up the phone Call up backup, tell them the Hulk just Picked up a pickup and there's a stickup One punch is my approximation I'll burn you 'cross the nation You say you're ill? Well I got the f**ing vaccination [Verse 3: Roach] Me and Papa Pill the best in town, hands down We don't worry about life, we'll never back down In a little while, watch us, we'll be world renowned And all heads'll bump when they hear our sound We be talking quick Motherf**ers spitting sh** Make me crazy barking b**h I might turn into Michael Vick But don't worry, they'll acquit And cause of them I'll never quit Now won't you please got off my dick My girl is home y'all better split Jay-Z runs this beat? I don't think so Papa's up, and I think it's his time to win Pulling out an AK spraying, praying not to miss one Think you got a chance? No chance You're sh**'s done, f**ing gone Plenty people out there waiting for that sound to wake 'em up Well they hear our flow and they're up like a Feagles punt Our flow make you hard like Kim Kardashian's a** Blast raps at fat cats, my hats down off the hat rack No, we ain't never gonna tie on Unless there's one in the middle, then bye bye! They could make a statue to my pride, make it gold It'll be bigger than Oprah and, man, it'll crush the world They'll remember me For eternity And I'll never have to ask have you heard of me But for now I'm just a guy rapping out his garage But with one more barrage I'll have my own entourage