UW Battle League - Loaded Lux Vs. Hollow Da Don lyrics

[Round 1: Loaded Lux] Power to the people, we back to do maintenance Yeah, yeah, we gone rock like crack when it came in You know this work hard as the Latin invasion For black entertainers Hollow! Glad you could make it… it's just sad he won't make it At these taping's they don't even show the show dancers Turn pro trans to respect to the session being closed camera'd Look at this, another future know-it-all with no answers Past catches up to him present day, look 'nana We got another kid with a gift Just found out that there's no Santa Afraid they never calculate the mistake they about to make Any time you get ga**ed up to get traffic Well, it's obvious you gone brake, n***a I'm talking to a dead man at his wake This is an interview with a vampire You don't know that high stakes Will take his life out of place, I eradicate then create But the gun makers the mind That combine that we brung tanks I don't know what they must think, I'm out of verses or the hearse is out of trunk space But you a petty drug case cupcake This ain't front like you front weight I hate n***as who pump fake And you've been giving shots, you gone play drunk date blind and find that there's some states is unsafe They have holes in defenses to jump the gate What could you do? I would have thought your retorts or your rebu*tals through Data for this match up you probably was running to It just ain't the same backup when it's in front of you (Forget it, I got a tonload for 'em!) You know what I come and do You know who they came to see You books you're a showman It's not as much about my opponent as the look I'ma go with Soldiers, for the glory, who do we put in our moments? Well, it's a fight in the ring I can't picture the Don King, but he good for promotion I wanna put it in motion, put it in motion I like aggravation on faces attracted to being famous This is an art, I give you a start in imagination Then I pick you apart like a talent agent Clarification; my character basing Was the fall of Calicoe's greatness But Lux you was wrong for putting the pictures up! sh**, he was wrong for taking it I take it you see my last flick? Cla**ic Yours? Wasn't too dazzling You waved then got wiped out brother Surfing just never looked worse with you in the casting I was all in the entertaining center This n***as mama name must be Brenda with this trash sh** You look like a n***a in front of the deli that keep asking They gave it to you the first two times, oh, this a habit? We know your story, we seen the views: a million and one times it's the same action Hollow, you keep giving us old sh** But what else we expect to get out the attic? You baggage, lot of trouble in the vein I heard you and Drake was tight Turns out you're munching off the name Pictures of y'all at dinner, he showed the public that he came Well, he put it in his albums too, he said "Thank me later, take care," then nothing was the same! I expose you n***as in rap collisions Loyalty Over Money? That's suspicious Wasn't it just NYB to the d**h? Last edition Oh the numbers keep disappearing; this Math magician Has befriended everything about New York The Texas slang, the drinking lean The swanging on a mutherf**ing train Yeah the fastest way is the A It's a level in which I usually train You in the grave cause the paying an removing the stain Through the exchange I square off for every root in your frame Why else would a king be pawn shopping It's for human remains New York vs New York Oh baby, this home cooking looking like grandmas I keep telling you Hollow fans To stop thinking a Hiro ain't just a sandwich You gotta talk to them like they daddy's little girls What you want with this n***a that keep going back to jail Did that time behind enemy lines make the family proud? Did [?] pal your man ain't got it you hand-washing a n***as hand me downs? Another top tier n***a tearing on the top tier when they tearing your bottom out like nana gown But you lightning with the jab, but the footage can't be found You stole who? Cupcake, you ain't gonna take nothing but your panties down, n***a You no different from a maid drying the laundry And this guy locked and confined I mean you was just hanging out in the yard Now your spot's on the line, n***a Alright hold on, I'll mourn him Yeah 12 told me get on that track and exploit him I was running around the battle scene Looking for freezer storage Yeah, I called you out, keep ignoring That's why you ain't even see this coming The way you ain't see me calling, n***a Are you a left winger or a set banger? Excuse me, don't confuse me, your new gear dirty n***a You couldn't clean up round a pack of Mexican painters Your closet for Kanye would be a d**h chamber You wouldn't know fly sh** in a jet hangar [Round 1: Hollow Da Don] I feel you on your Black Panther sh**, the power is engaged But you a diva n***a Made them wait to take an hour to hit the stage I said damn, taking all that time you done hurt these fans I guess it took a while to put on that Hells Angels jacket and them Eddie Murphy pants Since he wants to take so long f** it, I'ma do his original introduction First Smack back wait we on UW cause I stabbed Smacks back Loaded Lux you know what's up when we rolling up Yeah, we know what's up, you coked up Aces click, fastest way to Harlem is the A train slick Well it's actually the FDR But you wouldn't know cause you don't have a car But he does have a hearse, against Calicoe you set the scene you brought props and everything from that picture You scored cause you got the pic When Smack set the screen I mean just to see a Lux battle you gotta see women in violet gowns, choir sounds, tire mounts, tightrope and lion growls It's a whole bunch of “you gon get this work” and quiet downs It's a circus act just to see this clown go through a fire round Was all that rented stuff? You still got the hearse? You kept the tux? Oooh, great investment Lux Your d**h is up, neck get cut, stretch his guts, chest get - hold up hold up, I can't do this, he a Black Panther I gotta be positive with Lux, I'm gonna battle the same Nah f** Lux, I'm only concerned with the first half of his name: Loaded 5th let's get it in Over offensive lines my n***as got they face masks At your residence I got the goons waiting on the outside like a defensive end And I call them my special team cause when yall kicking it I send them in I'll send this n***a to hell, bring him back to life Send his a** to hell again Or like you repenting sins I have him heaven sent Them your choices, you can try hell, or let they sky tell Its two ways I can send him messages Let's say he pick message two, and dude you right there? Grab the pipe blast it twice, tragic sight, Lux dies… I'll f**ing, I'll f**ing... grab a knife Slash and slice my own wrists just to battle him in the afterlife I'll be like, yeah who the best n***a here? I wanna battle Christ Tell Stack he nice, and give DJ Screw a half a pint I'll bring the footage back down to Earth so y'all fans can see him severed And be like, "Damn, that was a match made in Heaven I'll come to a shrine, guzzling wine, juggling mines I'm so far ahead and above with my time I can rebu*tal your rhyme before you come up with the line I said, let me introduce you to this cat you facing A mixture of Larry Davis and Pappy Mason A n***a who will battle half the nation With scars and lacerations That's why the line outside longer than the African vaccination Now my next style like a reptile from the x-file Have your legs bound, then found in the west now Kick your crib down, my n***as play Peyton with his kid now That toss him to me and I catch him And slam him; Shawn Kemp style I hate you Lux! I hate you Lux! I hope your true love grow up to be a fruit cup Or a n***a that's screwed up, shoot his whole school up Peep how I'm putting the scheme C'mon, my n***a… Look at me king!!! You see that large picture? Something that I got king Loaded Lux. Loaded what? Loaded Lux. Loaded what? Loaded Lux. How you got the name Loaded Lux? Not 4s you clutch unloaded and loading up It was UPS, loading trucks You better be super loading them up because if Loaded overloaded he wouldn't be loaded enough I mean I was good with Goodz, I surfed with Surf And now I'm loaded for Loaded I hold it for Loaded, I load it for Loaded, I open and close it Loaded Lux, let's talk about choking Lux They said Lux choked, I said Lux choked So yes they said the second and third was crazy I said damn I thought you meant he choked to d**h But let the fans tell it, some of them say he's perfect He choked on purpose He can craft rhymes out the air and he don't rehearse it He can disable a bomb and he won't get nervous; he's perfect He can bury a meteor and it won't resurface; he's perfect But legends don't choke on purpose I meant picture John Elway on his last drive Within the goal line in his 4th in 5 The blitz come he scrambles and get in around it sees the wide receiver open then intentionally grounds it Legends don't choke. Picture Jordon game 6, 4th quarter and him pa**ing it to Ron Harper… Legends don't choke My n***a what was the obstacle there? You couldn't find nothing to rhyme with hospital bed? I mean not popped with the lead? Shot in the head? Drop till you dead? You like to talk about Calicoe's pops and the feds Even that rhymes with hospital bed Why you didn't just freestyle off the top-- [Round 2: Loaded Lux] Just when we thought Hollows had points to their rounds You're bricking with your shot You gotta be f**ing kidding me I do this whole movie production bit The signs the divines the pickets and the props And this is what you got? Oh, you in grave danger, I know you can dig it sh**, we'll pick out the box Look, I could care less if you audition or not I wrote this story for you, I gotta stick you in the plot But you gon' love it, the script is hot I tell your mother look lady I know crack was rough out there in the 80's But don't be depressed about your best I mean these young heffers out here still dropping they babies But you raised them with an agenda And revelations is scripture Just going to take a few more of your funerals breaking till they remember All that static on the set That's the same wire hanging for the antenna And why it always take a black mother banging on the box for you n***as to get the picture? As far as the past, leave it to Lux Harlem been on the map but I'm back leading the rush You from a borough where LL was the battle MC to crush As if Nasty wasn't enough Could you be the one Run DMC let they last Adidas to run up if the ave needed a crutch? You a sad scene in the clutch RuPaul couldn't drag Queens this much I see them on Jamaica ave I'm moving like a coroner with this body of work Without the tag He bop and pa**, shopping bags, what's up son? I'm like this new sh** if you got the cash Now see you baby boy, I lie to y'all not It was the same scene in Baby Boy Where Jody asked P, "Are you a buyer or a seller?" He didn't even have the rest of the money for the bail bondsman to buy you out the cellar, that should tell you You buy, we sell — whose hands the weakest dealt? In the end you got the bags But I got the cash, don't cheat yourself The streets is swell, you know that when you signed And you CD shelved You need the help, I go from the trunk like a Keebler elf Ask your man Grime about me, I know your hustle, your origin That's partly why I believe Your partnership got your partner shipped You came down when he went up, it's not bargaining It's like sponsoring, free trade been the game since First 48 hrs. got marketing Targeting crews that who lack honor and staff arguments Is LOM in the trap partying or in the rap partisan? Yall should have been had an audience on noggin with all Barney friends I mean all you n***as sing, you might look like monsters on screen but you're Backyardigans Why the point man always trying to get it on the arm? Food stamps come, you gotta babysit the card You don't even help out with that rent up in the Bronx That's you LOM n***as, Living Off of Moms You smoked yourself out of the last house that you was sleep It's such a disaster what that cannabis do When your whole pad out in the street It's sad watching this If you doing this you're down to whatever your last option is You can't match snatch opposite rap operators The man bu*ter his whole band rubber, snap out of it Ars, what you got to give? I need 40, shorty You can't negotiate the big brother with black hostages This don't make good sense Why your voice be climbing like you're whining? Changing pitch like the Yankees bench, ain't this a b**h? Came to vent at the main event Next time you rap about my age, you tell them who the most talked about battle rapper of this age The guy that do the autopsies on the stage, I get to breaking down a rapper I bet you ain't have a book since spades, but I'm reading you n***a, right before I'm taking out the chapters You actors ain't seen a star brighter Car lighters don't go in like this heart fighter Punch for punch I ain't ever shown a weak hand But I off writers, n***a You wish it was more like us Both of our names public, but mines is the main hovering All the means is you got bars too just not the hang of it n***a You ain't discovered When I give a n***a this work it ain't Ma$e returning You fate determine no Queens block will be safe to turn in Bourbon make you virgin, I'm focused you with the surgeon My next EP MD, Check the Sermon You gon get this work till you fired, in a furnace Calicoe got the casket for free, you gonna earn it, n***a You with the Madison Square Gardener I rakes up the scratch and then leaves Dear father tell baby Duress She ain't safe on the street of Tonkas Hollow the primadonna your brakes on a beat up Honda Greezy partners, stretching pies, spending dough n***a, you got a job at a pizza parlor Even smarter they say you was AAU, jump it and dunk it [Round 2: Hollow Da Don] n***a I was raised in AQ n***a, that's Queens You said my band rubber… Damn brother, what does that mean? So you call n***as rubber? Oh that n***a rubber that n***a soft see I don't get this sh** n***as acting like Lux on some different sh** But all he do is take some simple sh** Like a door and make it intricate They're opposed to who's opposing us do you want it closed or shut the life of sanctuary is close enough and when it's your turn, things will open up I seen more counter tops than a flower pot an hour clock on the tower watch and the crowd will rock like woo! Like I don't know, it just sounded hot Because you don't understand him it don't mean that he nice For example, he said it's about 50cc of Vicodin in his writing pen, but Vicodin's a pill and CCs liquid What are you writing then? Because you don't understand him it don't mean that he's nice I mean my bars give you that mmm, I just sh**ted face His bars give you that hmm, I think I get it face I mean, you want to know why Lux is so deep? He tell his boys, "I can't comfortably sleep I don't want to be stuck in fatigue, got me supplements meek like my digestive system functioning least" and they're like huh? He's like “I'm trying to get something to eat!” Because you don't understand him don't mean that he's nice You know the reason why I don't respect your flow? Cause last battle you had the swag of that m**m that was in the cypher with X and Hov I mean can't you see that he's fake he came dressed like T. D. Jakes cause he can't sell any of his CDs and tapes But when he battle raps people zone out, sit and stare in a mist of air as he paints that picture clear And takes you to that place that isn't there I mean, want to be like Lux? Here's some options You smart work like synapses [?] an*lyze an object Or dance around the topic I made up stuff before and I apologize and I'm making amends And I promise I'll never put an intercom in a generator again But if he was to do that they would make it make sense It's Lux! You don't get what he's saying dummy? He's talking about the battle He inter coms so he can generate some money Lux got bars, see but I don't get this sh** Because n***a like that act like Lux be on some different sh** But all you do is take some simple sh** and make it intricate And the ones that's digging it look at him like “You can't be serious” to the ones that ain't feeling it Act like they silliness and belligerent but when they go home and break down these bars I'm mentioning For following you, they the f**ing idiots Example: what you going to do? Put it all in my catchers mitt? I mean is this baseball are we playing catching sh**? Oh I guess it went way over our heads And we ain't catch the sh** Wait yall ain't catch this sh**, I said he act like we playing baseball and it went way over our heads And we ain't catch the sh** Well if he is making sense and sh** Only problem I got left with him is slow down your sentences Don't forget and remember it And add a round off your penmanship Wait! I can't say this to Lux! The god, the legend and the veteran ain't nobody better than Oh, you might need some notes to take home I wrote some, I'm going to give you a letter then Dear Lux, we f** with your energy But the way you cram you bars For some fans it's frustrating mentally Slow down, it ain't all about the punching your memory I mean, we like the way you structure your similes But sometimes you run through them literally We f** with your energy, but we question abilities Oh, what I'm trying to tell you, P.S. don't rush your delivery Against Miles he was the champ, we couldn't shoo him He was in his prime, but now that we don't get his rhymes We just keep kick side of him when he finish lines Right before he begin his line, Loaded! It's like I swallowed a laxative on accident got them sh**ting in they pants again, oh crap, it's him, Loaded! 40 thousands not enough to get a kilo just a sniff Not for traffickin' Couple thousand left over I guess I get me a casket then After that it's back to the ave again Laying down blankets with the Africans Oh, y'all didn't know? He said I stay at moms house but prior to Summer Madness 2 He was homeless so he had to do what he had to do n***as that been on Fortune or Jamaica ave yall know this true Y'all done have themselves some things like you don't want the Lionz Den CD? Cool. We got Jeezy and Wheezy too It's usually five, beloved, but three for you Hold up, don't stop my sale, beloved It's usually five, beloved, but three for you Alright, alright, times is hard, bring me two [Round 3: Loaded Lux] I hope you brought that pain medicine with you cause you gone need it. How sweet breathing can be screened door breezes when romanced Well, the Romans when they beat on Jesus is in your hands But nothing I write can hit you harder than life Especially one weak for demons But you say you straight in the state of the Saints We gone see if it's new or leaning Promethazine, codeine, morphine, it doesn't motivate The exposure makes you doze, not awake, these are opiates The doses traits of the properties of the poppy seed that the dopers take. Make no mistake about this if you ever been around someone on h**n, they're a dependant They go from binging to drugging just to function that engine The whole body readjust and you just can't end it They attack the habit But the cause of withdrawals are still pending So are you sober, n***a? Cause you said you stopped drinking lean in October Well, that isn't a surprise. Hollow, you picked the month where in the end every individual lies I mean you can dress it up how you picture it in your mind, but the Hollow wean off it, he gone always be a n***a in disguise How fly is the moon man that went to the bottom. I mean, ever since you first spaced out in Houston he had a problem We listening, bear witness "You already Snoo dat"--in your system, n***a! "Hollow the dinininininon My prediction: that repetition in your diction due to addiction From sippin' your mind slippin' It's like your life written, scripted, but see cryptic You drifting off in the mist of the mission until its missin' Oh, the sorrow? I came to clean young blood out; Sorrow! This ain't even a quarrel, n***a This like Quarry vs Ali when the right follow Your sights boggle your time borrowed Your life should have been swallowed Hollow's Apollo, the light model who fights Drago You might wallow into depression Dresser full of empty Sprite bottles I'll never forget that night When I seen you on 174th Street and Vice It was at Gunz video shoot You had that cup in your hand, and you was nice And I asked to battle you And out of all the avenues we could have been on it was Vice Wow, the brain disease you can't seem to knock out And ironically I thought I never blocked out That was God with me when you said follow me into that pharmacy. You get the picture? The good farmer sees need to be cropped out You a bad weed, and this a travesty And this one casualty is going to be for every one of your multiple personalities Are you the Don Dotti? The d-d-d-don duttar man? The dininini – n***a this all dimmin' But let me ask you this Did you mean Don Lennon or Don Lemon? After the CNN journalist that don't even enjoy women But boys in them Speed sticking by Mennen… Bennett I think like him as a brother who in a public figure I figure in it to restore ignorance I hate you lost n***as, you off switches They don't put us on to the system, our system I tell him where it is and where this gets him How the game rigged your name makes you look big But you a victim, that's why they pimp him I just see what you don't see Hollow, I'm stating the facts I made you the most money you ever been gave for a match But don't even thank me for that I just want to know why when every leader rise They use his own kind to put the stake in his back What they paid you at Smack, n***a? They probably paid you in smack Cause you can't even see fast your last drink of that batch But you paint me as wack? You make the fans see me as greedy as if I broke some treaty because I don't let them treat me like the 'don' Who in the position to influence for the student But educating them wrong Baby, you a star, they love you the way you are But I love you enough to not leave you the way you are You make it hard for people that say what they mean And mean what they say cause that what they mean How they gone follow a junkie? Be a fan, not a fiend And you, be a n***a from Queens, not a queen Man up cause stand up n***as don't lean This is revolution Not some sh** you put on a song to sound cute wit' A wise man once told me, "Son, you want respect, huh? Well, you make money, not excuses" I'm through with work, I come give Hollow the business model I'm showing the battle rapper today how to get it tomorrow You welfare, n***a, free healthcare You give it to him, but don't show him how you got it How you gone teach business with free sh**? Where's the knowledge? But why should we expect a n***a named Hollow to give us anything solid? I'm polished, a freedom leader But we will leave us and weak achievers I'm a contracted speaker, an avid reader I stand on these lines, not for athletes sneakers neither FBI been trapping keepers of light since trapper-keepers You might have thought Hoover was just a vacuum cleaner Yeah, all right, master thinker These Don Lemons be twisting up y'all agenda That's why I wore this image, so you don't forget to remember Why the members of the Panthers tried Why Bobby Hutton and the Fred Hampton died They can't deny The answers lie right there in history, stamped in time You are the cancer that propaganda designed It's sad, cause some minds you can't remind It's bad, you blind to the rubbish due to the druggin' They sat you down, gave you time to think Prison confined bunked him Because you won't take more money from rap But you'll stand out on the block with a pack, you disgustin' Who they trustin'? I got to be the guy you wasn't for the youngin to show him something cause if you look up to a Hollow you just going to grow up and do nothing You should be banned from a booth, n***a. Unless you're surrounded by a firing squad commanding to shoot I got plans for the youth, you trying to lean on me? This is principal Clark battling Sams on the roof Jump, n***a! k** yourself! All night I been giving you math questions But they can't mix problems with bad guesses Hollow, you ain't loaded enough for the rap legend You up here talking all this Big Daddy Kane sh** And you half stepping, n***a. My walk's clearer It's like I'm thought sharing On the frequencies that the dog hearin' I'm more daring than McFadden running back with the ball bearing and the wheel and your caught staring I should split your sh** like divorced parents You know what? Forget the money, forget that money sh**, I should make Peter pay me in pallbearers Show one a dollar, some'll bottlin' a dream You don't understand that when you reproduce Everything you are is the product that you breed God forbid a condom was a leak, and you fathering a seed Jay Z, if you're listening, and you're following the tweets You probably didn't speak to Obama before the speech But I swear, he might not pa** one gun control law, but I'm trying to get every last one of these Hollows up off the street I will battle anyone on the card with this hand of Jesus. Don't you n***as ever throw rocks at the sun, you can't reach it [Round 3: Hollow Da Don] I said, you talk about me sipping lean But in your KILLAS video Fat Trel and them sprite was all pink I mean, you a low coke head I admit What I do to them I don't gotta lie to y'all, G He probably was on the set on the low, trying to dog lean You look like you low key addicted to Tylenol 3s My n***a, you talk about me sipping and being in jail, the sh** is depressing. You're just proving me right I can't get this work, I got a criminal record I do the crime, I do the time, I sit like a man While I'm in there, L.O.M. shirts ship to Japan ITunes, digitals, scans. So don't think singles, think Pringles, how I still stack chips in the can, n***a He talking about Lean On Me Well, I know you heard what happened in the face off, so I'm glad I could do a movie reference once we face off I mean, he was there for the fight, he pulled me to the side Like an Israelite he said “brother, I wasn't feeling that fight See Hollow, you living the life they portray in stereotypes Now there's going to be some people that try to prove that you weak. You remember Menace to Society? O-Dog, he like to pull sh** in beef." I said I do remember… and we don't want to hear that bullsh**, Sharif! Stop trying to teach us sh**. He that old head who go on the block n***as be like, "Go ahead with that preaching sh**" We don't want to hear what Jesus did Tell Al Sharpton eat a dick Beg my pardon, but I'm in the hood starving with no leadership And you want me to listen n***a we don't even know if you follow religious tradition Are you m**m, Christian, Catholic, Baptist or Buddhism? I don't know, is you pickin'? First time I knew dude was sniffing is when I caught him uptown false preaching in some True Religions So let's take him to church Reverend we understand you want something to eat But 40k? You wanting a feast! What you wanting ain't cheap You got them paying a hundred a piece Summer Madness 3, you know why we ain't do it? He wanted a big pay-per-view percentage off of it He wanted everyone to put a portion Into the Porsche you in it's porcelain He want 40k guaranteed And a percentage before they recoup the cost of it? Damn reverend you damn near wanted all of it Another n***a that get his bread and whine, but couldn't clear his ties with the 10% Smack was offerin' Let's take him to church. I need y'all to open y'all phones to Loaded Lux vs Mook, duration 7:28, verse 2 And I quote reverend said he's "all about his Benjamin's" Well, will them synonyms get you in the synagogue before you sin again cause, reverend, you ain't L.O.M I mean, I could picture you on an infomercial, 3 in the morning speaking wild soft like you wanna get your demons right off? I got something that was made for the robe of a messiah You see this brown cloth? At the bottom of the screen you can talk to Jesus now, call And sign your check to reverend Lux and Peter Popoff And it be some dumb n***as that buy it Fooled by those biblical words But know the roll when it come to those dead presidents The preacher man be the first to go Alright let me get up out this church Don't look at me sideways, even an usher gets knocked out his showed for getting in my way Lord forgive me, let us pray. We are gathered here today because UW got Lux's greedy a** that 40k On Earth as it is in Heaven, thou want to see him slain It was written I'm the chosen one That's why Hollow be thy name Greedy a** pastor, please I mean, you did everything after me: 106 after me, Dash Living after me, URL after me… now this n***a after me? I believe Lux will clap for the bucks because he a** to me Now they asking me, does he have to be an axe to me to axe through me to actually be a half of me? Wordplay like that beautiful Let me get back, I'm schooling you Tutor you, sh** you out, manure you, can you tuna you underwater scuba you around water Bermuda Couldn't beat me if it was two of you Wait, I'll beat you and you, you and you, you and you Let's talk factually. Facts! Facts! Kid Capri said you was greedy and wouldn't give him cash or no? Sub Zero said you was greedy and wouldn't give him cash. Facts! You held Conceited, made him reuse his lines [?]. Facts! Where's that 1000$ you owe Tech 9? I mean, what happened to Lion's Den? They're known for holding footage And cut-throating, lying to battlers It'll be on HBO just told him This for every footage held and every buck stolen. I'll give you a round, and if you lyin' then you'll never get up, Loaded I said, last year we seen three legends choke, it was pitiful First Canibus then Lux, we like, "sh** is looking miserable." I know I said three legends choked, but only mentioned two But the third one was what Ray Swag did to Mook Harlem n***a tell Mook move, he a con Motley how my crew move I'll put the heavy metal to Lux, air a Smith at you two Wait… heavy metal deluxe, Aerosmith, U2 I said, this is the coldest fact yet: n***a, you don't have custody of your son. Cause you don't file taxes, so in court when they ask occupation you had to put none I'm pretty sure your baby moms on welfare You got one, this around 09 08 Around the time when you were a bum So you'd rather panhandle CDs on the street than get a 9-5? Were you too good to fly through them friendly skies? Oh, I know why! Cause n***a from the job will be like, "That's Loaded Lux from Smack! I though he was flossing on the grind He's working here? That n***a must be starving for a dime But if you was a real man For your lil man you'd put that talking to the side But I guess your son ain't more important than your pride You should have got that work, n***a Now his son is inhaling second-hand smoke While playing with his Tonka trucks, with the cartoons on high cause he don't want to hear his moms get f**ed You should have got that work there, n***a How you know Calicoe's pops didn't try to fly through them friendly skies, and got denied every time? So now he supposed to be like you waiting weeks for 40k from a league? Nah Blackface linked up with BMF and made 40k on the street Whether right or wrong, who are you to judge that man's fate? What, you felt his vibe? You looked him in the eyes? You felt his hand shake? What you thought, he got life and they locked him up in a bad cave? He's a lost n***a? Well, I found him, now say it to Black's face! Can you relate? Have you ever sat in that cell with them hunger pangs? Cause you got transferred to another jail and took a couple days till your money came? You ever seen a blade open a face? Sitting in court not knowing your fate? You got a letter that your man got k**ed and you can't go to the wake? I ain't think so. So think about that before you judge a life that you never lived, cause it's easy to develop a large picture when you focus on the negatives I'm at his true love's school, I'm looking for his baby Even his biggest dickriders go, put that chopper down I may day (mayday). But everybody in that school still get screwed when I chop chop with that AK Cause over drama it don't matter who kid that K slay You had enough? Cause that chopper will clean him out, boom! Leave him standing where he stay I could have got the 4-9 and spray, but I'm fantastic with the K I said, my n***a, you ain't got a street bone in your body But when it comes to streets, Head I.C.E. they f** with him Cause when you was pa**ing out bibles He was out there bubbling When you was spreading the word, he was out there hustling That's why the streets say, "That n***a ICE, he hot!" I know it burns when I rub it in I said, quit with all that Gandhi stuff! Telling us you headed for self-destruction will only get your posse cut Click over, everybody get bodied, yup This n***a get a 9, this n***a a couple times I'm telling you your clique over You ain't hear me on the other line? I said Loaded Lux? You ain't got enough, cause I come around loaded For the diesel I'm in your pad touching your keys In one click I have you down, Loaded I said Loaded Lux And when he was homeless his baby mom fall she left him with 50 bucks in Harlem had Lux homeless And other times he's in the X with 10 just roaming They said is he broke, f** broke he ain't got a buck, he broken And they said, "I'll be damned, I thought Lux was loaded" I said, I seen him outside freezing stuck and froze. It's ironic cause I'm the one that's f**ing cold, but this is stuff he knows