Skinny Cavallo - Untouchables lyrics

[Intro] I know that Hip Hop is a representation of this oppressed culture And I will represent that until the day I die [Hook x2] It's a movement, let's go here we go [?] let's go here we go Let's get it on, untouchables at your door Let's get it on, all you whack rappers hit the floor [Verse 1: Slaine] Money, p**y and Jewelry is mainstream, I 'ain't underground You see these 18 year old ho's that I come around You heard what I said, I 'ain't stupid up or dumb it down Stupid f**, f** gangsters I'm the baddest one in town My whole existence is hardcore, persistence I form the whole battalion then storm in your resistance I'm the late 80's, I'm the Celtics against the Pistons From the neighborhood where we don't give police admissions No submissions of being taken folded up This is east coast winter homie yeah it's cold as f** I'm a self made man, that stinks like crispy dollar bills Got an ice cold stare to give the white collar chills I 'ain't rob a bank in real life or shoot oozies in the street with police But I did the sh** in the movies And got paid checks for six figures from Warner Brothers So who's the criminal who made it off the corner brother [Hook] [Verse 2: Shizzy] Hit the ground running now I'm gaining momentum Insane with my sentiment, notepad put the pen to it Lady venom is dead, cancel that so I can see clearer So Shane is propane, like c**aine up on the mirror Severe serum dripping truth up in the booth Since the youth I've been a muse computing my next business move Stock through the roof, green arrow by the name Shizzy Got your fame in chains, say the same and I remain busy Deranged is he? sh** that's one of the many sides f** these h*mo rappers on the mic committing h*mo-side That's word life, let the cyanide serenade Closer than a shave in barber shops couldn't fade me It's all gravy baby, see you when I get there Roll the dice in life because that's my nature boy - Rick Flair You don't compare, slaying seas of MC's Slaine and CAC bringing heat and we 'ain't shooting the breeze [Hook] [Verse 3: Skinny Cavallo] Lot of speculation is the skinny man adjacent laying in his momma's basement The clinic has a patient, the [?] or getting wasted, I don't know The truth is you can circle the globe, stick a probe in my brain you couldn't follow the flow Mike Cavallo's a go-getter who is setting to blow While you ho's scheming on cheddar I'll be trapping my foe's, whoa Skinny mans the craziest, he trains with dope in um, these veins but stays this 33 or maybe 34, had nine lives but sold them to the devil for more Nine times he told me that the sh** was so pure 'till I find my soul was double bagged on the floor, damn You want to keep on f**ing running your mouth I'll have a couple of my people come and run in your house Duck tape you to a chair and put a gun in your mouth With Mr. Slaine, Shane, Craw, Skinny, Trag and I'm out, what [Hook] [Verse 4: Crawdad] Look, when it comes down to it Not a single one of you could f** with my music Needless to say it's like I've been in defeat with my brain Needing some cheese in the bank, these are the reasons I sang, sang Thangs would have been a bit different if me and the lady kept the kid There's the fan, sh** hits it You want to talk addiction? Sit under my family tree for 10 minutes End up OD'd, forensic team pulling out syringes Find me underneath the ground's surface where the beasts breed beats And breathe through your sound circuits I found purpose in a sh** storm This the mic that I spit on, this the aim of my views This the sh** that I went through, the frame that I choose This my blood on the beat Unless you trying to transfuse it you 'ain't f**ing with me Caught up in the rapping, please This the sound when I breathe [Hook]