Charles Hamilton - On Some G Shit lyrics

I murder a rhyme, one word at a time
You never heard of a mind
As perverted as mine you better
Return with a 9 and stir up a crime
I'm clever burnin' with lines
I'm a third of a kind
First Pac, then Em, Then my turn in the line
I'm a young version of a
Howard Stern in his prime
Take some deep shit
Then let it stir in your mind
On some G shit, can't nobody take my spot
I'm the deepest
That's why I can't wait to drop
For any reason, if you think I ain't that hot
I say ish bitch, honestly I can't be stopped
We can battle for respect, In a vacant lot
Or we can battle for your check, folk
Chain and watch
Listen, spittin' hard shit, gets exhaustin'
So niggas ice blew me till


They get a crossed it
You carrying dead weight
Like you liftin' coffins
I piss you off with, the shit I'm talkin'
I'm quick to cough it
Like this piff I'm sparkin'
And if you think you sick in the booth
Then step up cause, I'll break you off down
To your roots, like QuestLove, get it?
Then Black Thought, no time for back talk
I'll crack y'all glass jaw
Leave you on the asphalt
That's Charles, grab Paul, stack tall
Blast off cats talkin' use a flame
Like survivor cast offs
So strange, was most lames with gold chains
Get a deal spend it on gold rings
And rope chains a bunch of no names
But all these niggas got they
Head in the clouds
Guess you could call it soul-plane, heh
You can only see yourself, I bet you nigga
You wouldn't believe yourself
You're not a gangsta
You're more like Fantasia
The truth is you got a baby mama
You ain't free yourself, listen
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
You give me shade
Then you may get your mind shook
My niggas pump haze, E, weight and diesel
We can get it for cheap, like fake Adidas
You give 'em a sample they flip
Then cop three if You, give me a sample
I'll flip a hot beat
Nah, I don't need an instrumental
Cause, I'm nice wax on, or wax off
Like Mr miyagi
Biatch please, go ahead shine away
You'll really be a bad boy
When I take your shine away
So undalay, and if shit gets too reckless
I'll pop up on your window
Like an instant message
Shit, 40 cal used the Miyagi line
So I'll just stick to screamin' on niggas
Like Bobby Knight
See you roll with a gang of birds
Like Diplomat tour
But, you never see em' bust
Like Cinemax porn
My word is hot, my pen is on trail right now
Cause, I murder ink, like Irv and Ja
And a lot of niggas wanna
Get rich or die tryin'
'Till the drama come, then they get bitched
And try dying
And there's nothin' you can say
That can stop me
Cause you the type to get caught
Snitch on your team, like Jason Giambi
You think cause I stay to myself
That niggas lame, like a spinna chain
Cause you playin' yourself
And, I don't need an Eight on my belt
A 38 on my shelf
I be that nigga with a blade on my belt
You can't trust niggas nowadays
Cause like Paul Wall when they get tight
They start sittin' sideways
And I don't trust old niggas
Believe me they will get it
Like Mike Jones, even back then
They was still trippin'
So I write my ILL writtens
Knowin' that my real niggas
Will hit em', Still Smith and Wesson
Guaranteed to Will Smith 'em
Turn him into a Man In Black
The Man is back, nigga's can't handle that
You see
I do what it does with this musical stuff
I can play keys, make beats, AND I rap
Lyrically, I done killed a lot of guys
If you even dream of beating
Me, better wake up, and apologize
Won't stop till I blow up
My name will ring bells
From the Apollo to Russia, like Rocky Balboa
On Some G Shit