Gun Harmonizing
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[Old school sample]
"Somebody lift me up, yeahhh
And give me a hannnnnd
Give me a ride, I'm slidin off the highway
There's a curve in the road
I don't know when I'm going, crazy"
[Hook: *Vocal gun sounds*]
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Verbalizin' my theme murder
Communicatin' while you debatin' usin' machine squirters
Brrrap, that trigger's my tongue, I l-l-lick a nigga
That fo'-fifth'll, lift a nigga, whole clique up
The Lord call for your soul, it's time to go pick up
Answer the horn, it's blowin' at you, you cold stiff up
My heat, heatin' my whole hip up, all we do is court strippers
Your metal freezin' like it's a morgue zipper
Riding around with Preem
Not the Preem from Queens, but the Preem from "DWYCK"
'Bout to change the game. 'Bout to fly the desert
Eagle for y'all people. Like the wing's the clip
And the barrel's the beak. My apparel is fleece
I'm adorned in diamonds, Im a Pharaoh deceased
Like if Spawn was rhymin'
And I would advice ya not to tempt to
New Temptations, the gun harmonizin'
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]
Every bullet's a note
I write with a firing pen every time that trigger pull it's a quote
Inside a poof full of smoke
Sniffing lines of that gunpowder
I'm hotter than a pair of boots and a coat and a turtleneck
The best rapper alive could be the best rapper that died, a murderous
If you ain't get it by now, I'm suicidal, I'm wild
A nigga better than me, is who I ain't heard of yet
So I ain't murdered yet
He ain't even been born, his momma's a virgin, she ain't even fertile yet
Prepare to get back
Next time you take a shit, stand and turn around, and look in the toilet, then compare me to THAT!
Don't compare me to none of these motherfuckin'
Wannabe hustlers, tough until they standin in front of me duckin'
It's off with yo' head nigga 'less you one of them Dodgers
We sound off as one, we gun harmonize!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Crooked I]
This shit is musical, my spit is beautiful
And if the best rapper died we'd be sittin at Nickel's funeral
But we ain't dyin cause our trigger finger nail you
As quick as you clip a cuticle, hollows'll hit your follicles
I split your wig from far away like a long arm barber
Then lift your weight like a strong arm robber
Put that on Moses, I rely on my rod
As sure as Satan's tongue lyin to God, everybody dyin
It's like you standin in a circular firing squad
Singers for hire I find him a job
You see the gauge baritone, the revolver's a tenor
Way the shots spin your body I'mma call 'em "The Spinners"
Call 'em "Earth, Wind and Fire", put you beneath the earth, wind and fire
Feel the fire that burnt Richard Pryor
I'm keepin two guns. I named 'em Romeo and Juliet
Make you take five like you and your homies on the movie set
BLAOW!
[Hook]
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