Slum Village - 1, 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Elzhi] Ay yo, wind up on the Today Show Nightly News Tom Brokaw, broke off and then K.O'd Lay low, stay where they may blow the yayo Like Jimi Hendrix in his afro singing Hey Joe So real, verse me quoting to show sk** You hoes will go to the first thing that smokin' on four wheels What's that? As far as bars you wouldn't bust back To me your raps proves your thinking cap is just a dunce hat [Verse 2: T3] Yeah all that, (uh, uh ,uh) I grab my whole sack when I rap Sudden impact, sorta like Daddy Kane Ain't No Half Steppin' mane, ain't a new jack swang Where my crown at, It's like please Lord please Let me k** these MC's, I be walking on their nuts Like doormats, ain't no cops to a**ist, ain't no cuffs to the wrists I'm a bad son of a b*tch! [Hook] 1 2, I tell a wack n***a (GO) That's how we do it, put it down like that Yeah yeah, I tell a wack n***a (GO) That's how we do it put it down like that Yeah yeah, I tell a fake hater (GO) That's how we do it put it down like that Yeah yeah, I tell a wack n***a (GO) That's how we do it put it down like that [Verse 3: Elzhi] Come through, and mic check one-wuh-one two To stun you dumb crews to undo my spun screw Oh no, bring acid to an Average Joe Schmo But my go-go gadget polo jacket [?] your logo Oh here's a boss, beneath my mattress is a Nina Ross To break a man is faker then shaking hands with his fingers crossed Wink wink, here's a sneak peek of my ink streak That skeet skeet on your forehead, chin and chick's cheek [Verse 4: T3] Let's say, I'm a sick n***a, black born leader, gut beater, paper getter Yeah dog, it's too late when you see it I already did it I did done it when you seen it Fo' sho', and what I said what I mean is Get the senoritas, get em' drunk off tequilas So gone, I'm large not centimetres Sex game crazy, had em' saying "Oh Jesus!" [Hook] [Verse 5: T3] (SWITCH FLOWS!) When I hit it up, yup yes yes Put a bullet up, to his chest vest Gotta broke out when it go through ya It'll be sure to leave lots of mess mess This rap sh**'s a hobby, gotta whole coast many mami's [?] better also, gotta also, got an arsenal many armies You fake f**s will never harm me I'm reminiscent of a kamikaze, get off for that last flow You need to put it in the garbage I switched it up then did it up, then fillin' up til' you get enough Then give it up, you feelin us (let's go) [Verse 6: Elzhi] Livin' through pitiful critics who cynical, send a few criminal clips with serial numbers Bust a slug, and budge your blood, like women, through any new menstrual Cycle, I go psycho, my flow stifle, rise a eyeful Insightful? You write slight bull, and need your stripes pulled You dead at the end, see never again will you competitors win I sever the head of a veteran, said to be better than lettering spread from my pen Hardcore, to make you brothers act fools When I tend to rip you, like Chip Fu shtick when the track move, and we out [Hook]