CRASHprez
Now we can talk some shit
Two 16 Cp, diggin’ the scene where the gays’ll be
Face a king
He may think it’s Maybelline when I bat my almond eyes
If I say “Great to meet”
Then we take all the time
And sweet thang taste the heat
Then we gon’ caramelize
In that suite, all will rise
I don’t mean law abide
I ain’t gon’ fall in line ‘til I take my coffin ride
I know the strong don’t survive
Cuz when I play back their words
It’s sum’n like Poltergeist
And ain’t no cash I earn
Can buy my bonus life
So that’s adjourned
Fuck the frail shit
Young nigga feel like Kiss
Why is prezident as hard as it gets?
Cuz i’m softer than y’all and it hit
I’m like Baldwin with all of the fits
Young Cornel when i lack a lining
Givin’ ‘em Hell, we ain’t pacifying
Wishin y’all well, y’all lack alignment
Nigga we…
Nigga we tried it
Get up off them goddamn diamonds
This ain’t a robbery
i’m sayin’ you ain’t sayin’ not a thing
This Black-Jew Power
With these gems for the gang, though
We keep friends on the payroll
You depend on the fakes though, whoa
HOOK: CRASHprez and Defcee
Who y’all think y’all fuckin’ with?
We ain’t knew to none of this
I move with my brothers, got ‘em covered
Keep that other shit
Defcee
How they givin out flowers
while saltin the Earth? Driftin off
in these verses for weeks at a time.
Throw a beat on and rhyme til I’m
caught in the surf, coughin up dirt.
Lower fees with the tide but they’re
callin it worth. Like gossip in church:
they’re fiendin for drama, and causin it first.
I’m locked into work
while they’ve got two feet on the line
just to launch into worse.
Why they in it for the disses? If I wanted to be famous, I could get it by dismissin
anyone that did me favors or commissioned me for business, but that isn’t what I’m
aimin for. My name is more than Twitter mentions, dig it? It’s an imprint in the city that I’d visit…
cuz I couldn’t build where I’m from.
Therapy was steel in the drum,
before I started wielding the rum
like a drill in the field or a mill in the club.
Eye of the storm winced. Short sprints
ripppin through the losses. Lit into the bosses.
Haters bitin til their jaws chip. long stints
listenin to talkin, fittin it for coffins.
Might not be a next year. I don’t bet scared.
I can hear the debt clear in your dead air.
Show me my respect here, no pretend glare.
If you feel the end’s near, keep it ten squared.
That chip on my shoulder what they’re tryna tip off.
Crosshair to crossroads I don’t wanna miss y’all.
Dripped in a drought and got fat in a famine.
Liftin their sound bout as fast as their fashion.
Move like a pool shark. Too sharp
Seven-twenty jam in the loop jaw. Boo yah.
—So if you’re viral, we’re a flu shot. Dudes locked
in for a few landeded smoother than doo-wop.
