Roc Marciano - Cement 3's lyrics

[Samples] "This bomb was codenamed: The Czar" "You're such an idiot. You'll never be able to contend with this opponent, why don't you lure them into the underwater graveyard?" "Don't you think this is all kind of strange?" "Hmm... so you know what I told him?" [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Eyo, yo yo Vein popper flame hotter Raging sharp art patray popper Blade sharper, kamikaze brain bomber Safe in the drama darts spray your armor You a trey eight revolver next to a 'nade launcher Immortal technique, the rest weak Stretch 'em like Lesnar Deadly venom whenever Deck speak Fresh meat, we get 'em buzzin' like XB You can't sleep, it's like lying on wet sheets Nevertheless better in fact bust better than s** My rhyme book's like a medicine chest Son, I k** 'em like lead to the chest Call 7 & Es (Yo let me at 'em Deck) Whatever is next INS spit warhead bars, go ahead draw I bang your dome leave your forehead gone Run and tell 'em "put more heads on" Performing live in your dining room Shining through 4-X large [Hook] Lyrics get hard quick cement Lyrics get hard Lyrics get hard quick cement Lyrics get hard quick cement to the ground [Verse 2: Esoteric] Stripes on me like a tiger Whites on me actin' hyper Cypher then I leave with bites on me from a viper I'm the type to sell vintage 'Lo with the cookie Buy it now, new with tags like a graf rookie This is how you rap pussies, Timberlands and black hoodies Make you wanna slap Snooki Hedge your bets contact your bookie I'll contact my wookie True blood pumping through these veins no Sookie I'm a soul searcher go berzerker No nurturing took place, I cover b**h's face With a 'Lo burqa if you're less than an 8 Like off-duty coal workers I'm out of my mine Gun powder in lines Flow like Red Wings Gordie Howe in his prime Ya'll try to be thugs I put science in my bars like Ivy League pubs (Chewbacca noise) Chewy sound "Ya'll don't wanna fool around" House party sh**, bag a 40 like it's Cougar Town [Hook] [Sample] "Come on man I feel like cuttin' loose" [Verse 3: Roc Marciano] Blue flames, 400 dollar jeans The ride flee like a time machine My regime pop beams back around Constantine's Under marquees break apart Ki's Park V's, spark up leaves Artists, you see my name upon the Marquee You charge a fee, crackheads watchin' G Dom P spill out on the God car seat Add a marks for heat with marksman expertise Keep a tech to protect your fees Collect tee's to to breath C's Let the beef rest in peace You connect at the lease and get greased Hold that, your neck roll back Both stacks overlap we locking every patch on the road map The gold axe like Bobby Womack's to hold max Go out back and get your sh** blown back [Hook] [Sample] "Man I haven't had this much fun since I was in reform school"