Graveshift

[Fes Taylor]

Yo, I rap for the love of it, spit for a couple million

Run the officers crash my truck, through the ton of buildings

Jumped out, pillars like pilgrims, I'm the illest like Bruce Willis

Die Hard, like germs mixed with penicillins

Run with niggas who killed men, and smack bitches

I crack liquor, run when the track switches, give ya back snitches

You free like a coward, and pee like a bitch

Sat down on the toilet like you takin' a shit

I got chickens in the hotel, face on my dick

I fuck all night, the wonders for your waist and your hips

Staten Island, this new foundation, my crew lounge patient

I tell a nigga turn around, after twelve paces

This ancient rap flow go back like fades and afros

Now you see me on stage, is like plateaus

Rhyme on the incline, nigga ain't no kin in mind

Tell him my business, to the bitches instead of gettin' time

Voice hoarse from shows, sip Bacardi lemon lime

I eat a nigga food, quick like it's dinner time

Fes Taylor, I don't give a fuck who you are

Pull up on the side, leave your ass slumped in the car

[Carlton Fisk]

Lets get this money baby boy, fuck waitin' in line

'Fore I catch football numbers, wavin' they nine

Graveshift in this is dangerous grind, you ain't built for it

Find another way to survive, cause we hit for it

Homicide Housing, stick to the plan

Animals through the city, jungle live of the land

Stop cryin' mothafucka be a man, confront your drama

Black talents that'll shatter your armor

Pump the llama, gave birth to young Osamas

Carlton Fisk, P.L.O. in this bitch, nigga it's not a

Damn thing, that you can do about us, but watch us

Intruder alert, manuever my work

I'm in the hood, cops approach me, and I'm used to the search

On the graveshift is where me and my animals lurk

Got two little niggas, black down with black pounds

Can't wait to spray when I say now

Tips and big waves, big clips click your nest cage

Fuck what you dicks say, I'm doin' it this way

This may cause you dismay, my display high

Make moves with Rebel I and King J

[King Just]

You done lit dynamite on Mr. Excite

You been rappin' for a long time and don't sound right

Not quite as the hype that, you recite

Mr. All Day, I do it to ya ass all night

On sight, I smash anything you write

With canine teeth for niggas who back-bite

Walk to the light and bring ya mic

You won't last one minute in a ten round fight

The Al Qaeda type that'll snipe ya windpipe

And seize ya General and strip him of his stripes

Either you, men or mice you gon' still pay the price

You need to take my advice and roll the dice

Real life, still trife, walk with a gun, talk with a knife

Double CD so you could buy me twice, hold tight

And you just might take flight

MC's got left, while you think they not right

Hang-glide like a kite on the turnpike

With two bad bitches that suck Dick Van Dyke

Pay per view satellite is a need to feed my appetite

Pick up ya weight cuz you ain't got the hype

Battle me? You need an invite, black or white

And I still drink a 40 with Ike

I still smoke a Lee joint from Spike, aight?

I'm the reason why Coca Cola had to fuckin' remix the Sprite

He's nice! And safe like Chinese rice

If I'm the shit on the stick, you the baby wipes

You the Latter Day Saints, I'm the Poltergeists

I'm the whole damn pie, nigga, you just a slice

This is a heist, I suggest you remove ya ice

Before you be Up and Close and Personal with Christ

Get on ya Big Wheel bike and take a hike

Cuz around these parts, you not liked

Parasite, don't have me flex my mic

I don't rock Air Force 1's, I call air strikes