Westside Gunn - Free Kutter lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn] Brr Brr Ayo [Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Jay Electronica] Ayo, controller of the exits, the [?] Got a MAC on both sides, my shot keep pourin' Hold your head up all time 'cause time keep goin' (Ah) The flyest ni**a of all time, and y'all know it If God shine, we all shine, life's euphoric Bust a brick, I can bag the raw, I can stove it (Whip) Saint Joseph with red tops in front of Rose's Had a four and the jit, turned the nine and called it culture Pot pioneers had to suplex the soda (Ah) They raided the duplex, they missed us by a quota Let the MAC off out the Trackhawk, doin' donuts (Brr, brr) Cold shoulder, let them ni**as all know, you better know us, yeah You better know us, yeah, you better know us Four pound on your forehead, your mind off your shoulders (Boom boom boom boom boom) We the greatest, beef like eatin' greens Kill 'em on the wake up, they popped the cells, Lord, love your neighbor Put you out your misery, the only box that I'ma be in is a '63 (Skrrt) Been in school too long, I wanna deal a key (I wanna deal a key) I wanna feed all the fam, I want my mans to eat (I want my mans to eat) I got some ni**as that I miss but we ain't never speak My ni**a prayin' for parole (Uh huh), let my ni**a free (Uh huh, ah) Let my ni**a free (Ah) [Verse 2: Jay Electronica & Westside Gunn] If Allah shine, Kutter gon' shine, it's mathematical (Ah) Peace God, keep your head up on your sabbatical Jay Elect, Griselda, done finally entered the chat With that "skrrt, do-do-do-do" all over the tracks (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) Spittin' actual facts soon as the originator was black From Buffalo to Tupelo we tryna break from the trap (Ah) You should read theology of time as your days blow by It'll be like Yoda with Luke in the Dagobah The truth is comin' like Butcher, ni**a, that's word to Jigga I pray you skate through your bid like eights, see how I figure? The flow is icy icy, nary a one as nicey It's the goat herder, you writin' for ghosts? b*tch, I might be (Ah) It's just me, the Machine, Westside, Hermes for Hitler (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot) Jay-dolf Spitler, burnin' ni**as live with the scripture Like Gang Starr and Freddie Foxxx told you, it's the militia I spit it for that Mac, that Calliope and that fisher You should hang this thousand word verse in your cell like a picture Remember Kutter, you a god, no demi, no Ashton Kutcher My god, my god, without Bruce Almighty or Bruce Willis, we die hard Allah sent you here to be king like FLYGOD (Ah)