Virtuoso - Sweatshop d**hrock lyrics

[Verse One: Virtuoso] Black Sabbath, grey skies and white noise Purple kush, green flags, raps sick as typhoid Coat of chrome poems stone columns in Rome Shroom gold Platoon director Oliver Stone Lecture Mister preacher with religious fever I'm Hell bent on repenting do a sentence for you disbelievers And I ain't saying I'm a Christian either I'm eating Mystic Pizza With some pistol squeezers while we twisting reefer No Nastradamus but I'm spitting Ether I reappear twice a year the crowds will cheer, [?] Gripper feature, beat the track into a fetal positions Send a kite through the mic to my people in prison We have arisen, true and living, lucid vision, f** Lucifer's superstition I'm shooting the ruger piston this is Malaysian sweatshop d**h rock hip hop From the home of shell top Adidas and Red Sox and it don't stop [Scratch Hook] "Let's get one thing clear" - KRS-One 'East Coast/West Coast k**as' "Front if you want kid, lay on your back" - Mobb Deep 'Shook Ones Pt. 2' "Watch what the f** you say and what you do" - Freddie Foxxx 'Stock In The Game' "You're now rocking with the best" "Y'all ready for this?" "Aw yeah!" [Verse Two: Esoteric] I'm a tsunami you a light storm and you a gopher I'm the site foreman you a puny human, I'm a Demigod touring We a pack of werewolves at night forming in white Jordans Focus on cream like Mike Torman We show up late, pop bottles and celebrate We all ball like a Tommy heist, the ref complaint The rest will faint, tomahawk slam when I bless the paint Talk about fake rappers well Eso' ain't One of them Gunning them just sonning them Like the U.N.L.V. Rebels when I'm Running them All your views don't amount to a hill of beans I'm on a hill in the Bean, a k**ing machine with seven guillotines In the illest scheme, let the blood spill in the ravine How you a bench warmer yet you chilling with your team? I'm the villainest supreme, pen a song, me and weak MC's get alone Like Optimus and Megatron [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three: Celph Titled] Bio pic's sadistic, even the credit's scary It ain't your fault you're a f*ggot it's hereditary Carpel tunnel from popping triggers Blisters from C-4 singes, cataracts from flashing nozzles spitting Army with me you can bet that When we uppercut a f** by the time they land they'll have jet lag Caught you wired with a cord and a bug And you can go to court as a thug missing a quart of your blood Grenade grand daddy guy, your whole family die Punch your granny in the eye, f** if she handicap and blind 28 grams of raw in the pot Added 60 grams of Inositol in the pot One in the three, mo' money for me Means more motherf**ing bread to toss a few stacks on your head As cold as it gets, Celph Titled the closest you get To a demon in the flesh get your rosary split [Scratch Hook] "Before I bust your sh** let's get one thing clear" "Front if you want kid, lay on your back" - Mobb Deep 'Shook Ones Pt. 2' "Watch what the f** you say and what you do" - Freddie Foxxx 'Stock In The Game' "You're now rocking with the best" "Y'all ready for this?" "Aw yeah!"