Your Old Droog - Russian Rock Hammers lyrics

[Verse 1: Solace] We out for that... Mad money like Jim Cramer, we bring flavor The fruits of my sk**ed labor reveal traitors Feed'em to the gators the Judas that betrayed us Enslaved us, rap liberator here to save us Flyer than an invite from Buddy Esquire I'm the Sire, like Jeffry Bolkiah, gets higher Save the seniority speech, you gets fired Firearms hold the code of the streets it gets liver Damage to the liver, the slander they deliver Will drop'em in a river And watch'em try to swim up My nomenclature defies the force of nature Darts outline your movements and trap your shape up Razor struck, laser cut Scratch a diamond with a diamond The whole Q borough stand beside my while I'm rhymin' I chime in to let'em know that I'm in Russian rock hammers chisel glaciers that I'm climbin' Pay for premium get you high like helium Rock my J's unlaced you never see me run.... son [Verse 2: Oprime39] The king of the wild East Foul speech gun in your mouthpiece I take the L if you make it to round 3 I'm all around Queens Like jums around fiends Give the drummer some We number one its all about cream The cash cal smack clowns born to never back down Wise guys said it's your time, you gotta act now The Ray Liotta coke look with the baggy eyes Sparking izm like we Channel Live Broadcasting verbal homicides live on Channel 5 45 from Arizona call it Channing Frye Pa**ing by Beach Channel drive to Kennedy Fried In the streets with pride keep the energy live Better be wise... I"m reading minds like Professor X Intelligence, my sentiment's ain't no comparing this Excellence unless you suicidal On this Bible bout to show you what we do to rivals An overdue arrival, but we here to stay Brujeria wordplay to make you dissipate Grand Marnier, 20/20 through the Cartiers Tie my hands to my back to play it fair, yeah... [Verse 3: Your Old Droog] Dump more lead than Zepplin when we reppin Almost white as Jimmy Page they like "I thought you were black dog!" Some even swore I was Dominican But it dont' matter whether your old pal is Indian or Palestinian Cuz we still separate Church from State Breaking more necks than Tekken in fact checkin' This is real rap journalism A stupid person try to overstand this wisdom catch an aneurysm That's why I do the knowledge in the calm manner Ever since middle school when you had a planner Ruthless when I bless the booth the best rhymer Delivering the truth like Ruth Westheimer Sex advise extra nice introducing words into the lexicon Ga**in' hoes I even put me ex on Lil bad dyslexic Mexican jawn With the ring in the septum I used to send letters her way but the ugly a** friend would intercept them But the ones she got, she kept'em I post up outside and smoke a BD this other chick bump my sh** so hard her man broke the CD