Belly of the Beast (feat. Chronixx)

Dangerous, dangerous

These niggas can't hang with us hang with us

Nigga we dangerous, dangerous

My nigga we

Joey Bada$$:

I swear all my life I been around crips and bloods

Crips and slugs, the trigger happiest thugs

Claiming the slums, and all the hoods that they from

Too much of the some, got it twisted up blinded in a rat race

Cash straight, the fake kill jake, the snakes too late

My eyes dilate, and I could tell them how he strafe

Coming at me sideways, get straighten up

Don't deflate it up gimmie the bucks my cash wrinkling up

Looking back in the days, amazed

Cause the lab rat done made it out the maze

Still feel caged, enraged though

Used the underground railroad like a runaway slave

Broke off the chains still runway fresh

Got you on that mental plane with my project jet

I'm two steps above that nimbus coud

My limit is low, when I'm smoking on that loud

Focus in the now, when the lotus is around

It's the Brooklyn sound, a pro found, Biggie would be proud about

But I don't need a vet to even shop me out

Punchlines pack a Pacquiao they can't box me out

Big up big up, it's a stick up stick up

Niggas hit a nigga quick if he hiccup hiccup

Big up big up, it's a stick up stick up

Niggas hit a nigga quick if he hiccup hiccup

Tell me what them know bout the Badmon named Jozif

Women come around, I look em down like they don't know shit

Word around the time is that they got the match explode it

Chronixx:

I'm a child of the city

Son of the streets

And it's just a pity

They not tough like we

And things not look pretty

When we got to eat

Things get much deeper

Deeper and deeper

And I survive, thank the father

Feel like I was raised by

Had to keep calm and hold ma corner

Cause a stray gun shot if you cross the border

Pro Era teach them the pro's and con's

Of living in a city with a thousand dons

A thousand ghetto youts with a thousand guns

Cooler tequila with frozen lungs

But praise rastafari we wheel and come again

Know a Nyabinghi

Lightning and thunder are the

Pro Era teach them the pro's and con's

Original Chronixx and Joe Badmon

No King Selassie, we have the golden crown

Get ready for the shift we are the chosen ones