DJ Kay Slay - Rolling 110 Deep lyrics

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Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
That you're talking about?
The one that you claim as a hip-hop artist
But won't do the research on hip-hop history
Or the one where you disrespect, disconnect
And disregard the founding fathers?
But you know what? Whatever it is
It don't even matter
'Cause as long as I'm alive
I'ma show and prove where
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo

Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new Huey Newton
I feel it, it's in the air


White cop with a stare
New judge in the chair
This shit hittin' the fan
But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my shit
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they your man

Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck around and get burnt like a CI
More bars than jail, nigga
Who tryna get a VI?

You dealing with stock owners
Conversation with stockbrokers
Make a call for coco
Smokin' dope from my crop grower
The block know us, kush got a funky sock odor
How could you not notice? I
Come from that rock culture (Rock)
Star of the squad but they cannot coach
(At all) louis Vuitton holster
This for my niggas in the cell
And on they wall
They got a Nicki Minaj poster
The talk's over, no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas Cage, face off
The dark knight, i make it a dark night when
I'm gettin' that K off
Better than whoever done it
Even officers better run it with the drum
I got a technique that'll
Give twelve a hundred
Now the tables turn, to whom it may concern
I used to control more
Shooters than David Stern
With Lucifer, hater burn

Yo, I was in the park
Spray painting on the platform
Patent leather top ten, Space Invader hats on
Eighty something
I've been a threat for that long
Where a lot of people get
Poked up and clapped on
My job really putting on for the city
You get popped like a wheelie for
Saying some old silly shit
Tell me it'll be safer to say it in Swahili
They be wheeling you away if you
Say it in South Philly

Look, thirty shots
I'm shootin' to peel his top
When them niggas sending shots
They shootin' to get the spot
That I'm in, nigga (Ha ha ha)
You know what it is when I spin the block
(Ah) uppin' this Draco
The witness is still in shock (Brrr)
Fluffin' a brick of this yayo
I tilt the pot (Whip)
Tuckin' this fifth, you play with me
You getting shot (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, niggas still waiting for me to drop
(Uh, huh) i robbed niggas for they base
And sold easy rock

Fur coats and magnums
Come through the hall with the big blammers
Bentaygas parked, let me handle this
Jewelry that's flashy, jeans is a thousand
We slick nasty
Pull out a hundred in your housing
Yeah, it's raw lingo when the king go
Dutch link, nuts big as shit
Taste the rainbow (Ayo, yo)
Put your paper up and threaten shit
Or tie something up, send some messages

Ayo, ayo, I used to tell a maid
"Sunny side up"
Basement, a chainsaw, money tied up
Paper bag over his head, tell 'em come on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip gooey shit on his chest
Watch this motherfucker beg for mercy
Shoulda let his wiz suck my dick
For the time he jerked me

The soldier I rolls with the coldest clique
Call me prototype, never had a mold to fit
My clothes is dipped, my bros is lit
Only time you been sick is when the COVID hit
Better get in line
I chop the bass like I'm pitching dimes
Code name Coffee Bean how I hit the grind
Precision design
Exquisite with the vivid shine
I'm like a European watch
On a different time

I used to run around with a MAC-10
Back when I was 20 years old
That was back then (30)
30 clip in the 40, move yayo like 50
Man, I hustle like Nip in the Rolling 60s
I was born in the 70's, grew up in the 80's
Got the MAC-90, then I went crazy
Do the mathematics, y'all can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep

I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it til it's humbling
Think you grounded and get punished
This the second time Slay needed my two
Cents to keep it a hundred
How you want it? Fake and be
A martyr for this matrix?
They gon turn up the AC then
Charge you for the blankets
Lux verse mean, got you stuck standing there
Like you at a stop sign waiting
For it to turn green, what you mean?

My soul is never for sale
My youngin' just did a twelve, he home
He ringing bells wish him well
Me and mines on different times
Decline from nigga crimes
I'm fine just spitting rhymes
Read the signs, body language is loud
Cowards hang with the crowd
I ain't never changing my style
Then and now, before that was all that
Fall back, official is what you call that

I be that Third Coast legend
Dirty South icon shuttin' shit down
Soon as they cut my mic on
From the first bar down to the last syllable
Niggas that thought they were immortal
Find out they killable
Once I see blood, I'm like a Great White
Catch you slippin' on a late
Night and it's no bark, straight bite
Watch you bleed out as reality
Starts to sink in you tried the Triple OG
(Bitch) what was you thinking?

I give the coke to your crew
The butter's crazy
Fallopian tube, just cut it baby
Gordo butterfly collar cover the Cubans
She need pads like Ewing
I hope you know what you doin' (Look)
Some paid 4-5 serious
I come through, 4-5, serious
Slay got me Shade 45 Sirius
Gold frame shades 45, Siri

I used to be up in a
Tunnel like a hundred deep
Screamin', "Nine Trey
Su Woo" with a bunch of Bs
Never tied up shoes
But every night we would run the streets
Nigga, fuck growlin'
It was nights I heard my stomach speak
Then I started pumpin' that bass
Like they done a beat
Never let shit slide 'cause they
Might think somethin' sweet
Nigga, it's July
Shots get hot like summer heat
When I pop up, niggas turn vegan
They never wanted beef

I know these streets with my eyes closed
So my worst fear is to die slow lie low
'cause in '05 you flipped the five-o
And I know, 'cause if Alpo did it to Rich
For some bricks, word to Flex, he
Had no reason to lie, po'
Aight though
We ain't gotta dwell on the past
Devilish laugh
Arrow spins I'm ahead of the crash
Better to clash, when you handle your beef
Settle it fast
Metal in mask but still keep an elegant class

Who the greatest all time?
Where them niggas reside?
I seen all fifty names
Man them niggas done lied
I take the first forty-eight
Make them niggas retire
Last two we could joust
Make them niggas my squad
Fuck them, let's see how the ladies fare
Swerve on these bitches like I'm
Settin' my baby hair they feel a type way
But they never gon' take it there
They tryna keep it cute 'cause they
Know that it's safer there
They wouldn't dare

I can't explain what I dealt with
Know it was all weak and
Creep and stealth shit
When I come from under the
Belt with a metal shit
Forever Brownsville, no, I never felt shit
(You're as cold as ice)
I still got that real world charm, nigga
Be alarmed
Body armor on, warmer in my palm (NYC)
Where you get the storm before the calm
OG and we treat it like Vietnam

My generation drank forty ounces of Old
English to ease the pain
Y'all niggas drink White Claws, nigga
We ain't the same (kahm-kahm)
It's curfew whenever I come through
(kahm-kahm) kill the fuckery
Them niggas can't fuck with me (come on)
I'm really 'bout it in the war
Taxiderm' your bitch head
Mount it on the wall (it's MO)
Throw it up, nigga, we stand tall (it's MO)
You know what the fuck we stand for, it's MO

Too many niggas in here
But never follow the script
It's movie time
Release the clip and have 'em doin' a flip
Off-white Virgil
Need a whip with the interior Crip
On any given goal to slide, nigga
Minus the slip checkin' niggas outta line
Like it ain't nothin' to skip
Step in my section trying to flex
And end up gettin' you stripped
Too many niggas watered down
Might go to sinking they ship
And if it's beef, I cut the trip
I never pull up and dip
It's Precious season, nigga

Walkin' in the storm
My face had the hatred in it
Mons had the colorful money with
The staples in it
Grew up street and I stay committed (Yeah)
Movin' white back and forth over
Green like table tennis
Guap was pourin' in, my Glock was roarin'
At nineteen
Shots hit you like hydroxychloroquine
I'm still forty with the forty close
In the 840 playin' new E-40
With some horny hoes

(Yeah) Finally, y'all been waiting
To hear a verse for the economy stimulation
With Bible verses forsaken
And tribal authorization
We marchin' as we awaken the
Mobsters across the nation
Ask doubles next to ride
The show gun with Shogun to testify
To show somethin'
We hold somethin' that electrifies
N-1 L-B, no one left behind, pause it

Where I grew up in the world of
Pop to give you the shot when I vodka
The glocka Blocka! and blew the dot
You want attention? I'll give you the spot
And run up on your favorite
Artist aimin' at him, like, "Do the drop"
I smack the cobble out a gobblin' blogger
Togglin' robbers with my saliva as hot
As a pot of lava and guapa
My mob has been on the
Sly since Yo Gabba Gabba
Trying to get the drop guava
Interior baklava

Straight out the Bronx, straight off the fall
Straight off the motherfucking claw for
Who's settin' it off
Blocks where they spark a lot
Click with the Glock a lot
Catch you at the parking lot
Park you in your parking spot
Niggas know it's sex money, flex money
They do a lot
What's better than more letters
And buddha spots?
Buck fifties for niggas that don't do a lot
Go ahead and get your shooter
Get your shooter shot

Shaq Dies', front if you want
Flow through the spirit of Kobe
I don't puff on no blunts
My estate got a shuttle, you punks
Funny thing I got places in my
Place I ain't discover in months (Months)
I naturally hover above 'em, I'm Kal-El
Touchdown in the arena, the crowd yell
And if they want beef
I'm ringing the cowbell
This crispy cream make 'em ring
Like they found Mel

Jones, and I don't need no introduction
I'm the best, pound for pound
It's no discussion
Seen some mass destruction
This how I leave niggas area
Me, Shaq and Gunz, nothin' scarier
A nightmare on Elm Street when
I hit the booth
A motivational speaker when I speak the truth
Come down to Pensacola if you need some proof
I could mess your smile up
Like a missin' tooth ahead of my time
But still in a league of my own
I tried to quit
But they just won't leave me alone
If you ain't got the right price
Stop callin' my phone
M-mister, y'all must've forgot the
King of the throne

Aw man! Ayo Kay! Ayo what up Red Alert?
I don't think they ready for this
Well they better tool up cause I ain't done!

When you hear the shots
I'm not documenting, I'm 2Pac-umenting
I'm one of the Beatles
How I'm whippin' from that Lennon
Bye bye, hater, real niggas winning
The 4th of July don't
Tell me I'm independent (Nah)
I'm killing it, bro, my motive locomotive
Zero to ninety-nine like my Netflix loaded
(Get em')
Telling your boss brick city boys is fire
Never mind
Half of y'all be talking through the wire

Media slandered me
So that's why I'm slayin' you niggas
Never knew what hit him
Got the doctor X rayin' you niggas
Turned you to a victim, man
I sprinkle some yay' on you niggas
They thinkin' it's drug-related
Gotta weigh on you niggas
All on the radio with the beef
Got 'em sweatin' like they was Keith
And it's never gonna be peace
I'm shooting up your album release
Baggin' bricks with your niece
Come and get you a piece
I'm taking responsibility for
The murder increase, it's Buck

Kay wanted me to be one of the
Buck because I been a buck
Back when a pack of Newports was a buck
I was a young buck on the corner of Monarch
Kids from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
On every Martin Luther Boulevard
They payin' homage to the
Shooter from Queens right now you wanna be
This cracker from Queens fact though
I'm covered from special fleece
To my Wallaby Supremes

This one image is unblemished
Without one gimmick your line of scrimmage
I cross it in one sentence
The core writer for those that lost sight
Of the promenade
Now heed the words of the poor righteous
That build with mathematics for those
Whose path is empty
But y'all know math was in me
For the past half a century
Now do the knowledge how the
Real writers do it
Cause I want the smoke, charcoal
And lighter fluid

Talk shit, but I could back up game
The way you silly motherfuckers on the
Mic talk the same old same
How you wouldn't hesitate to
Kill, buck, rack, attack
Ask him if he said to Shan, he said
"FUCK THAT!"
Bullshit, I'm not the one to get with
Pressure gets so violent
Givin' a fuck what I hit
I play your songs like a lullaby
That put me to sleep
And I sing it like a pussy that's this deep

KRS is big and scary
I'm that legend, getting cream, legendary
Hear me, I rocked this, shocked this
Hip-hop this i woke and I wake up
These rappers are not this the hotness
I would knock some of these rappers out
But you can hear they already unconscious
I got this, on the top list, fake
I'm not this
Temple of Hip-Hop, rising to the top, kid

Every verse is a persecution
It's murder music
You get cursed, the room is like army
They get the hearses movin'
Fire shit, you get burned and ruined
It's burnin' fuses
Bunch of designer, heard a human loses
Deserve these bruises (Go)
Nobody tellin' me that it could
Ever be somebody better
I got a vendetta, I mean every word
Every letter
Ahead of my time and you know not
To ever put me in position
Designed to put these rappers
Out of commission
All I spit is dope and after this
Y'all gon' need intervention
Taking it back to that driving ambition

Look up to Twista how I be
Killing 'em like I'm in Wimbledon
I make a sweep when I'm doing the murdering
I put the cinnamon up in the pendulum
Minimum damage I would never do
I dead 'em like a barbiturates
Omnivorous with the flow
It don't matter which bar I bit you with
I could reorganize the confusion
Of a child Pharaoh
Now munch on that food for thought from
A piss poor pimp from the ghetto
Hmm, I am approaching so I
Hope you're using a radar
Causing beautiful chaos in
This unusual séance

Itchy trigger finger, watch me
Finger fuck it, niggas bust and
Squeeze the biscuit, hit him
In his English muffin, repercussion
Call the homies, niggas spray the corner
Now they fallin'
On the white sheet and bars
Drag rappers by they wife beater
Drama King told me "Drag
Go stupid" so Imma go stupid
Made this fitted cap a drop top
Almost mini couped it
Stick shift, automatic, automatic big clip
Round clip
Hit a nigga while I downshift, yeah

It's me again, all I be is win, never if
If you see a lens
It's probably CNN or a gif
I could rat-a tatter
Your brain matter get scattered
And served up on a platter
They call it data, baiting cappers
I'm more like Beta Kappa
I'm great like your great great grandma
And they wanna protect with
This Great Lake grammar
It's Rivers, that's why I gotta be called
Decide if you fall
Or have to wear a thought or
Break a side of the law and fight for yours

We a hundred deep
Don't give a fuck 'bout your capacity
They tell me who they favorite
I ain't hatin' but they trash to me
Y'all know this my world so I'ma
Hold it down like gravity
I'm bitin', that's a casualty
I'm blowin' out your cavities
Keep a pocket rocket for
The people pocket watchin'
Pull up with a Glock and cock it
Got you beggin' not to pop it
Y'all gotta stop
I want more cash and more fast
I went on a run like I'm
All gas from all bad

You're dealing with a locksmith
My mindset is too meticulous
Rhymes melt when I sing like
The wings from Kid Icarus
Every rap is indicative
Diction is like a diction
I'm ditching that status quo to inhabit
Flows that I stitched in
You're pitching garbage
Each comment is like a gauntlet
A conscious effort to execute rappers
That try to test it
Ingest them and exit through my
Excrement through my intestine
Intestinal fortitude afforded you is
What you left with

I don't smoke but stay with
A cig like Mary-Kate Olsen
'Cause my patience short as
D Brees or DeRozan
I ain't a Fashion Nova model
That swallow rappers for follows
Just for mentions on blogs with
Flaws like it Apollo
But keep the toolie, pockets
Blue like Tookie, patience short as Uzi
You a groupie, you a rat like Mickey
You look like a goofy
Out your kufi, yeah you out your top
Thinkin' you gon' move me
You like Sookie, you suck dick for
Chips, I'm too rich and choosy, bitch

I ain't gotta tell you what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car, no girlie, beams or no bankrolls
I buy shares, land, LLCs and payrolls
Kuwaiti and Bahraini dinar, gold bouillon
Mutual funds, nigga, fuck a dollar and a peso
I got seven investors that'll invest
When I say so

Hey yo, max eight lines
I wrote this spinning a yarn though
Foul mind, the villainous Queens
Lance Feurtado
Mean face Murcielago, over god flows
Salute that
Shit on schedule like it's Jumu'ah
I don't do the work
I just stuff bags to pass shooters
Let the foreign skirt
Squeeze semi and let it squirt
All the facts, all the chow now
Getting rich off of merch laser beams
I done turn niggas' Foamposites
To red bottoms

Yeah I'm underrated and I never sold my soul
And I never switched slang to sound
Southern when the game changed
Niggas say they real
Til you see 'em on the real
Then you find out they a bitch ass nigga
Just with a record deal for real
The internet gon' get these niggas killed
Hide behind that keyboard cuz
Gon' make some blood spill
Your insecurity gon' make this 45 open
Up your mind and bring enlightenment
And then you'll have more clarity

If I roll a hundred deep
It's two hundred fists, two hundred feet
At least a hundred guns so
Every nigga get one apiece
Bitch, I'll piss on the
Tombstone you underneath this sick
Don't play this shit if your stomach weak
I can stomach beef, I done faced danger
I squeeze like a waist trainer then
You will lose stomach meat
I run the streets, so when Cass scheme
That mean
They gotta get shot like a mandatory vaccine

Out of sight, out of mind
Til I creep up behind
Double barrel shots you out
Everything on your mind figure that
Like the next line you tryna consider
But you careful so you dumb down
You ain't no spitter
Then you post, you got beef
Tell me you ain't no hitter you a tweeter
Who admire flame more than his heater
From the days of the park jams
Blowin' the tweeters
Rugged raps with a DJ cut in the meetings

G-G-Get 'em!
Let me give you facts, before CashApp
I was frontin' niggas workin'
They was bringing cash back
Before Instagram was selling up instant grams
Connect 'em and I can never
Fuck with no middle man
Before the fake jewelry and niggas
With all the cappin'
40 karats in my Philly
This nigga was all platinum
Huh? You little niggas in the way
This million dollar payday's me and
My nigga Kay Slay

It's the West Coastin'
New Yorkin', low-ridin'
Crip-walkin' nigga
Anyone can get it, masked like the pandemic
Niggas mad I don't pick up
I got multiple phones
Slay took a month to find me
Got multiple homes pop off
My black talons will bullet your vest
(Gun noises) 300 blackout, fully suppressed
Cut through your cold crew like a saw blade
Then up at Mr chow's eatin' saute

Jersey Journal
Where the next signal infernal
And eat chicken with friction
Before I try 'em, kidnap the colonel
Trigger title, trigger finger
Trigger treacherous
Double shots of extortion
Exercise to an exorcist
Exercise my freedom, beat 'em
When I leave 'em, eat 'em
Even when the odds ain't even, I get even
With Kay Slay, fuck they play
The rebirth and replay
Mr slap-Your-Favorite-DJ
This all has changed on eBay it's Jers'!

Top billing how we Gizmo and Milk shit
Grimy crimies
Did all the dirt and the filth with
Yeah, my young buck days was
On the real strip
Fillmore Slim shit, straight off a film strip
I ran through more fine women than Wilt did
Superstars, chem fills bitches with some
Soft and silk lips
Made a killing off of dealing that real fix
Numbers like a pinball wizard
Tilly-tilt shit

I'm the product of Frank White
Whoever acting tough gets stage frights
Getting clearer visions of grave sights
So get my cake right
Something in the bake and it ain't light
Or something in your face and it ain't life
So don't play with me, Hell gates await
When I come to the 8th, I shoot it faithfully
And tell Mitch to pray for me
Slay with the AK nigga, that's my speciality
Brooklyn forever, MAFIA 'til the death of me

Look, for my next verse I done left Earth
The internet done triple my net
Worth off a sweatshirt
Expert, I let the TECs work, your neck chirp
Been a devil, bench press metal
I'm doin' chest work
One of the deepest, see you've been warned
Please believe you're now lookin' at
Jesus in human form i'm Jet Li
Respect me like you speakin'
To Scooter Braun
The newest legend in the league
I lead with my shootin' arm it's Payne

All you assholes finished
I don't have those limit's
You'll get this work in all black
It's a black-owned business
But you cats don't get it
That's why I'm stunting on you newbies
Your father was a super fan
Your mother was a groupie
That's why I trip like
"Who you tryna rap with?"
Sounding nothing like yourself
Who you tryna catfish?
Like you bodied that shit
Shut your lying ass lips
Do I look like I been
Playing nigga? Colin Kaepernick
Motherfucker

You got the memo, murder game is my MO
(Fact though) lurk the frontline
Not from out of the window (No)
Take a life
Then take your jewels for a memento
You make it to the outro
You got to pay for the intro
Like a nympho, ain't fuckin' around
I ain't (I'm not)
Shoota a sure shot, like a D in the paint
Don't need a long stick, just a 38
I'm straight
One dome shot, that's how I show restraint
(Shoota)

They like damn we ain't heard
From you in a minute
Shit get great from my present
See bitch I'm gifted
They said it's only right they callin'
Me cold see I'm the sickest
I heard it just like Curse of
The Lottery you hoes is scripted
Don't get it twisted me and
You was a difference
I'm a superstar you role
Playin' bitches is pimpin'
Oh and did I mention
Keep me up out your mentions
You bitches ain't soldiers y'all
Just be wantin' attention

Hey yo New York, get the money
Five boroughs of death
My dude was called, where's the money, fire
Birds and meth (Hey)
Hood Bunny, Bugs Bunny, Iceberg, and Sweats
First baguettes, Big Stepper learn the steps
Earn respect with connects 'cause
My word was kept (Yes)
Swerve the 'Vette like Sean
Paul for more medicine
Fur gon' slip, like I don't spit
Burn the blessed
The truth, 2Pac jewels like I serve them wet
Vado!

This homicide was prophesized before I
Was a toddler's size
Any job nigga, I am overqualified
I'm the kind of nigga whose cloth
It be hard to find
Integrity? I put mine over dollar signs
A nigga play me, then he out his mind
As long as my niggas is winnin'
I ain't gotta shine
If you can't see I'm a G
Then you kinda blind
Die 'fore you disrespect me, nigga
Bottom line

Return of the barbaric barbarian bar spitter
Bar 9 bar guns ballin' like bar mitzvah
You bar 9 your bars done I'm Barific
My bars gifted real rapper my bars Christmas
Cooked like a bar & grill I
Spit these bars in your grill
Homer bluehead keep a mag I'm Bart Simpson
My bars mention muscle bars
I'm bar benchin'
Ted Danson have a beer and
Cheer these bars pimpin'

I see these niggas flex as if I
Ain't one of the best at this
And wonder why I'm attacking the
Mic like a pessimist
My name should be next to excellence
Bless the globe
With the pestilence, like methodin'
And put in work like a Mexican
A record for killin' tracks
Somethin' like John Gotti what he have
Like 19? I just caught 99 bodies
Slay, I'm sorry
I know this hip-hop camaraderie
But since nobody bodied me
Don't accept my apology

Stop chasing props niggas, top niggas march
By the cops, followed hot blocks
They pop niggas i ain't one of you niggas
I'm a pair of Gators you a pair of Uggs
You ugly but you comfortable nigga
I'm the OG, pre-Cardi nigga
The diamond in the back
Cadillac black, Pretty Ricky, Maserati nigga
The god-body, rock a party nigga
That can socially distance your head
From your motherfuckin body nigga

I'm so Bronx, nigga, my middle name is Jonas
BX microphonist, also known as
The Bronx bomber, comma
Hip-hop's Barack Obama osama, Dalai Lama
Either way gon' be some drama
I'm the one even your momma fall for
I'm droppin' the bat and take
It first nigga ball four
I'm roundin' the bases while niggas
Trip over they shoelaces
With they screwfaces, mic broke in two places

100 deep, know how we roll
Find where a nigga sleep
Blowing out peepholes
Nothing never been sweet but we icy cold
Put a price on niggas' head
For that shit you said
Got back so we boomerang, watch what you say
Hot shit'll spray, in a box you will lay
Know the Mobb be the gang with the Drama King
Always gonna hold it down
That's what I promised P

I did it, y'all forgot
I'm still with the scripture
Every bar has a plot and
These lines are configurate
The mind over mine over mind over the pendant
I am signing on the plot I
Will put 'em in the blender
A dope spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo contendere

They told me pussy and paper go
Together like problems and pistols
I'm a problem to pussies who want
To play with my issue
I'm pullin' rappers close
That shit you wrote was half-ass
I'm way past first class
Laugh when your hearse pass
I Kill 'em with kindness
King EDI the highest
Me, Noble, Slay, you can see we the flyest
We load the spray, pussy niggas retire
100 deep, now you can watch us rise up

When 'Rock the Bells' dropped
I was locked into hip hop
Fresh off the porch with my
Brother Sean's boom box
Around the same time when I heard Illmatic
I was on my block, sellin'
Long dimes to the addicts, yeah
I remember back when Rae
Dropped the purple tape
We was young Outlawz
Tryna raise the murder rate
Me against the world when
I first heard Doggystyle
Still screamin' "Fuck the world
Doggystyle"

No more mumble rap, back to that boom bap
No cap, I'm in the trap where the goons at
Peace to all my niggas up top
Getting them lunes back
Salute to the brother of me
And my nigga Loon back
Harlem World's finest, let's be honest
You don't gotta give me dap, nigga
Just pay homage
Peep my steps, always keep the piece on deck
I'm from the danger zone where
We handle beef by death, nigga

Everybody's an opp, plenty bodies'll drop
Slay hit me up, told me body the block
Go ape the whole eight
No way they hold weight
They so fake, okay? I won't play
Ya don't say?
Kay shit, basic when they spit
Face it, we not only the zone, we the matrix
Your algorithm rhythm off balance
I'm 'bout to start the "We don't
Care if you die" challange

Live from the Wire but I reside in the A
You admire the attire, I am sighin' today
No Jaden but I'm Lord Raiden
Show you with all the cadence
Lightning in my tips, with these scripts
I'm full paid in
And what a great game in heaven
Boosted my cranium
Bars became za induced with titanium
Stars beyond Mars, the truth, I'm so empty
With six spliffs in the booth
It hit's like Vibranium

Ayo Kay Slay, we can't let the BS slide
The game ain't been the same since DS died
Got five niggas jumping out the GS5
Will leave my gun smoking like a PS5
DS5 the street rap
Somebody tell me where the streets at
This that shit to make the heat clap
From my niggas selling cheap packs
Them niggas keep straps
The Onyx is the kings of that street rap

It is Sticky
Don't make me put my hands on you
Nigga, I could tell you what each
One of my fingers do my pinky finger
That's with the pink ring at
And my ring finger, never put a ring on that
And my middle finger? That's how
I feel about that
I use my index finger to make that thing clap
And my thumb, I ain't got a use for that
So I put it in a bitch ass
While I fuck her from the back

What you lames claim is relevant ain't
The culture's five elements
Felons pistol whip your pelican vapes
I shoulda named the metal Baretta the Drake
Givin' em back to back hit's
'til your skeleton breaks
Yo take a new era super head in my Wraith
Givin' me fitted call it the 7 and 1-8
Each one of my bars smoke ya whole 16
How you trap in your mom's
Necklace and wear big jeans?

I ace the motherfuckin' track like
A pro's supposed to
I'm blowin' up in this bitch, you know
Apollonia and anytime I did a rhyme
I did it for the culture
The doctor said I need a culture
I might have the 'rona
I beat the shit and now I'm
Like a hundred times stronger
Run for the block and flippin'
Rocks to a stock holder hold my composure
Bring my hand up when the shots over
A hundred deep with the soldiers
And we shoulder to shoulder

Yo, I live a DJ's dream
Hearin' fans scream
Cash in my hand green, they wanted to ban me
'Cause most of it was tax free, at last
Me and Slay connect niggas know the outcome
We got mixtapes with features
Better than your album
Bounce Master with the Street Sweeper
For you heat seekers and them double
D cup ladies and IG divas
My mixtape gave your boyfriend power
Holla at me when y'all got my flowers
(Bounce)

I'm Junior Reid, I run these streets
Killin' all these hip-hop beat
Hey, I just can't be defeat
One blood family, we came here to eat
Murder! When I roll, you know I roll deep
My hand stay strong and you
Know we don't cheat
Trap for the money and you
Know we don't sleep

If it's beef
Then we don't make up after talkin'
It's a high chance you gon' be
With makeup in the coffin
I think I bust the rhymes the
Way that the cops claimin' us
Like "put your hands where I could
See before it get dangerous"
Fuck twelve and whoever gave 'em information
State property parties
You wanted invitations?
You don't wanna do that, family
Them people gon' have to move your family
It ain't a movie y'all

You woke up a sleeping giant
There's no one breathing this fire
It's me
I'm known globally mostly for being violent
I'm closing up both of your eyelids
Cause no one seeing me rhyming
Fuck quarantine, I'm outside
I'm a morbid beast on the mic
These are more than schemes that I'm writing
It's for the fiends and the piper
New cocoa leaf, it ain't Pyrex
Hoping that they don't die next
Shoutout to street sweeper, I breathe ether
My team G'd up
The streets need us like cheap
Heaters and clean sneakers

Wais P
You should have gave me the whole song
(Why?) 'Cause I'm doper than the shit
Demi Lovato overdosed on
Put a ho on every corner you post on
Poison potion give you my life on every
Track that I spoke on
Blow bullets 'til the barrel is hot
Enough to cook coke on
Phasers photon, never on stunt
Give you the whole drum
Wanna know why I'm on the
Second run? I go dumb
Plus a hundred rounds beats fifty in any gun

I can spot the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out, fresh fade
Bitches thought that I was Nas
Lord please forgive me, I'm a sinner
Sweat suit's
Gold ropes swinging like a 80s dope dealer
Trust me, I get iller
Underneath the chinchilla
The street sweeper
Kay Slay with a hundred killers

Always been disrespectful, never been polite
Slay got me on the record with a
Bunch of niggas I don't like
(I really don't though) them niggas corny
And their verses is not hard
Probably like ten rappers on this
Record that I got robbed
I'm the truth, I'm just realizing my worth
Niggas gon' turn this shit off
After they hear my verse
(I don't blame 'em)
And fuck whoever feel disrespected
Niggas gon' be mad Kay Slay
Put me on this record (Ah)

The best ever, bulletproof, the vest leather
Head shot, talkin' big bags of cheddar
Harlem, we run shit, you fags sleep
Cemetery, last stop, your bag's deep
Six feet, gun and a mask, my team creep
Mausoleum, you can see 'em
Your team's sleep
Harlem, mob style, we run shit
Sheet rock, bury niggas for dumb shit

Grenades, bombs and rocket launchers
The smell of dead bodies
The odor comes back to haunt ya
Gucci vests from Dapper Dan
Mountains of blow on a glass table
Look like a goddamn avalanche
Construction bags of snow, one scale
One doctor just in case
Your blood pressure fail
We got diesel, weed
Coke and lean by the pail
Two phones next to that old
Bitch out in Wales

Show a sign, force on the course
It's authentic
You cross the sauce, try to be boss
Get lost in it that's a early retirement
Call it a forced finish
Fuck a Porsche with horse
I put your horse with Porsche in it
Nigga Mike Cee, syllable, syllabicate
Syllabicate, it's so real, realize
Realization realization, realize, real
S-Syllabicate, s-syllabicate, syllables
Mike Cee

I swear to God if I die tonight
I'm taking a few niggas with me
My little man just came home doing
5 so I gave him 50
I ain't gave his Dior back meaning
I got this Llama with me
Run Scott my papers 50 sellin' bricks
I don't fuck with dizzies
Keep a lot of shooters outside it's
Gon be hard to clip me
Before I surrender to God and Mississippi
Got these bitches being my mule
To get some bigger titties
Falling cost me 260 got another 60 with me

Fuck y'all, thought I better talk
Caught up a narrative
I sat back watching you tryna
Figure what bag it is
Imagine if I came back
Super Lover with savages
And put a tilting was building
Change the average of marriages
Cause she's still after me due
To audio in audacity for cardio and the tune
Grooving room at capacity
When parties over, we boom boom
For you it's gravity a tragedy
By two masterpieces causing catastrophe

You could have a hundred verses
From my hundred persons but this one emerges
And it's curtains when you get to
Squirting on a piece of Birkin
Detroit is a mindset, as soon
As the verse ends, you rewind it
Knowing that the Drama King was behind it
I'm Page Kennedy don't let
The last man escape
Get your ass kicked by a movie star
That looks more like an asterisk
Get your bifocal lens
You a fighter that wouldn't
Even punch vocals in

I spit stupid, you just stupid
Don't even walk off your porch
You should just stoop it
You too bitch for this goon shit
It ain't just music
We shoot you and jam to your death
No Rick Rubin
Yo my gun blow drumroll, til it unload
Or til the gun broke
Then punch holes through a chump's soul
I'm muggin', it's just jokes
I'm friendly and shit
Get higher it's the highway to heaven
I'll send you a lift

(Gunplay) 762s, nigga never left clues
Crib looking like a
Motherfuckin evidence room
And I keep a street sweeper
Nothing less than this broom
And that's only when I'm in
A fuckin excellent mood
I got four nine-pieces on a four door panel
Louis open-toed sandals
Overdose on those samples
Living legend in the 'jects
Nigga daddy every threat
Homie died in his holster, got the weapon
Never left

The pandemic got niggas searching for endemic
You either win or you a dub, fuck the club
Don't get it fucked up
It's still paid for the bin
And you just gotta find a fucking way in
Now we gonna see who's a boss
And rise above the COVID or
Take a fucking loss
Wear the mask or don't, I don't give a fuck
I'ma still get a buck and a gold medal
I will never settle

I be the block
(Dynamite) so hit the sheets to the streets
Like playing games with Jamar's
Will beat your feet
I'ma drop a straight 8 for
My nigga Kay's beat
We go back like Fat Jack my nigga Harlem heat
Got bodies for a throttle smashing King Midas
Put the drip in the game
Drop jewels and pop bottles
I'm valedictorian ask any historian
I'm back from streets you pullin'
Up in that Delorean

I'ma keep the knowledge, yeah, two cyphers
(Keep it a hundred) Lord J and Kay Slay
That's two triflers
We roll deep when we hold heat
Stay away or get sprayed with a new virus
They manufactured a new crisis
With plans to capture your third iris
I stand with the stature of the bird ibis
I'm like Dawoodi when I'm doing my duty
(facts)

I'm from where Big and Hov
Came Pop Smoke cocaine
Rope slayin' over coats and
Them dope rope chains
Bed-Stuy Veteran fella been ridin'
Better than I've ever
Been America's bidin'
Harris no comparison since
So don't let that fly shit go
To your head like Mike Pence
I got seniority Francis Sorority
Sonja Blade bitch just respect my athority

Lets take it back to the
Essence where it all began (Yeah)
Hip-hop, the original man (C'mon)
First emcee ain't my claim to fame
'Cause I been getting money
Ain't a damn thing changed
I'm Coke La Rock and I'm still on the scene
(Let's go)
The true OG to the culture you're in (Okay)
Bronx legend, respect the crown
And pay homage where it started
We call it the Boogie Down

I'm from the era catching cabs on Broadway
Put 'em on hold, ride around town all day
Way before the Uber and a Lyft it was OJ
Do the kickstep, man, just like Kid Play
We're on the east side like DJ Kay Slay
Smoke your chronic up, Snoop Dogg and Dr dre
Sprinkle my man, E-40, he from the bay
Yo I say butter man and you say Parkay

Smooth B kick shit Pelé like soccer
You that man in the middle, cockblocker
I been a G, never been a sucker
I don't hide, never scared, not a ducker
Above the Rim like I'm in
Harlem at the Rucker
Motherfucker, I'm thorough with this
I ring bells around the world
Every borough with this

Always had the bands like Coi Leray
So I'm young enough to
Relate to the YouTubers
Old enough to still date a few cougars
Yet the struggle became a weapon for me
So success became a separate story
But them cheques, got 'em checkered for me
Shit, I'm shooting from Steph' territory
And I get more love than Diddy's license
We rollin' a hundred deep
And I'm the city's nicest

Look, I'm Tommy Egan in the Honda weaving
Leave your Mama grieving
For the non-believing
On the deacon, Dominican mommy ganja steaming
Bomb with demons that'll take your chain
And go to pond to peacing
I quit trapping cause my music is dope
You might've saw me in the lane
But I'm truly the goat
You try to tell him calm down
Bro was doing the most
They left him in the hospital with
A tube in his throat

I trap with the guys knowing I'ma capitalize
But slaps I'ma drive to
DC those capital rides
Put rappin' aside I got yak
And captions to buy
She smashin' up lines so big
They look like capital I's
We back in the times so start us
Here you back in the pines
Snap but I'm fine the Henny
And the gas intertwine
I smash and I grind got the
Work stashed with the 9
I'm where they'll put you on a
Shirt like a fasion design

Yo! You from the hood Uptown Queens New York
Save the milk cereal with the fork
Scraped the plate and now get
The fuck out my way
We on the grind yes I got a lot on my mind
Back in the days I used to
Wanna punch them in face
I changed my ways and now
I just wanna get paid
Smoking haze out a trombone Nicholas Cage
Fire tire is burning times is turning

Kaflow Kaboom rolling a hundred deep
Ever since a young wolf
I always hunted sheep
I already killed all the
Wolves that wanted beef
Seen a nigga brains on the floor
And it made ya stomach weak
I'm from the streets where they
Brag about puttin' you underneath
A lot of niggas gon' get
Shot before the summer reach
Take you to the balcony
Hang you from your feet
My office hours are from nine to five
Not from one to three

A living legend like Slay on The Box
The big dime baby I'm like Jay to the opps
Purple Coogi Purple Tape I'm like
Rae to the opps
When it time it ain't the mink
Then i'm playin' the fox
I'm sorry king of these
Pradas and not Adidas
NDF We the mob and I'm
The leader free the opps
Fear the law, get money, and flee the cops
Fuck the judge fuck the feds
Cause they the opps

Sickening, street smart but the flow ignorant
Henchmen, but never wear no Jimmy
When I'm hittin' it
Big up to the game, bookstores
No more memberships
Shout out to the cub and Dior
Free the innocent
Outlaw, live by often, I would die for
I get all the blame, someone get shot
They say it's my fault
So when they talk, I just pay 'em never mind
Cause when I spot em
I'ma dot em like the letter I

I'm Toussaint Louverture
Unfamiliar? Google more
Gurkha out the humidor
Wise man who fool 'em all prove 'em wrong
Told Kay Slay I would do the song
Move along if you ain't
About that communion, dawg
Through the fog and darkness
The world be in peril
'Til we expel the devils and
Renew the godly process
I'm blessed, not pressed but I'm vexed
The game culture
Brothers obeyin' other suckers who
Ain't of us
We reppin' that red, black and green
That's a thing
Like Pythagorean themes that put
Data in the machines
The latter means I saw a lot
Earth a tourist spot
Still we universal beings, this rehearsal VN
PS, we turn T-shirts to tuxedos
With flowers from the mall with
No GMOs or cheat codes
The power is in lovin' the
Death of your own ego
OE go, that's that Brooklyn

Who really the best rapper
Since Pun ain't here?
Y'all know the answer to that
When Bamz in here
The most underrated, the most hated
The most doing the most
The most almost famous, the most favorite
Bodega getting them chips again
What happened?
First class back from Switzerland, no capping
I'm the voice they wanna silence
Who said it's late? It's perfect timing
Load up the Uzi, headshot, take the diamond

In the car with 2 blicks them
Shit's got 3 attempts on it
You gon be the first full body
Toe tag zip em up the doc won't stitch em up
Sucka ass niggas been lollipops
Spin the block twice won't leave
Til a body drop
My influence in the hood is impeccable
Stir fry something turn a
Nigga to a vegetable gunshot sounds
Hello!

It's P dot T dot K nigga
I'm back looking for drama I'm
Here to slay niggas nYC tryna be A niggas
Blatant only way you figured out
To get paid nigga
And let them niggas have they own style
And act like you niggas really from home
You know that where they shit was grown
And leave that drill shit alone too
Before the shot gets to drilling you nigga!

These rappers hoein' now
Doin' anything to get papes
Even my DMs like a bitch to do a mixtape
I be killin' shit
I need a sponsorship from Ruger
Been ahead of my time
It's like I rhyme from the future
If niggas want trouble, homie
The trouble suit us ran up on you snakes
Got me feeling like Medusa
They say they from the Bay
I'm nowhere specific
But those that don't know
Nigga it's a difference

It's getting real hard to eat
No time to argue
Blow a driveway through your chest
Let it park you
The broads done rip apart you
Sunset dark you, leave you hard to recharge
It'll restart you
No cinema like our own theatre scarier
Big Dubez, King Kirk, Brando
Three of the thieves
Period, lyricists, storytellin'
Cordelen, split your fuckin' watermelon

4D! I go up top they take enough shots
(enough shot)
Now I'm home, we see what's up then
(home now)
Let you tell it, you Teddy Bruckshot
All I'm hearing is Teddy Ruxpin
Trust and believe, sleep on the D's
Get tough then, mics, I crush them
Causin' disruption, we talkin' a tusslin'
Figure four rap, nigga, fuck all the fussin'
End of discussion

I been livin' on the road for the past week
(For real)
Makin' more moves than an athlete (Uh, huh)
I'm from the backstreets where
They pack heat
I deliver, got more drop offs than a taxi
Hated by the ones who love, shit's weird
I been seein' six figures for like six years
Young boy goin' dumb and he
'bout to go dumber
Two sticks on him, he think he a drummer

A fist up for black people, our lives matter
Like your life, but my life
They won't understand it
Traumatic stress on my hands
This is from being captured
Mutilated like castration
Part of them chapters
But this a never ending story
Them pages continue
My shade part of that food
Chain minus the menu
It's deeply rooted in genetics
The past that we've been through
Original Hebrew
Got me feelin' it sacrificial

I got the power I'm putting in
Punching the clock like the '99
'89 before that seventy-five
When I was around and I first rhymed
While many searched hard for punchlines
I had some that you cannot find
Had some that you can't rehearse
All I had to do was voice a verse
The Kay Slay show

Fuck chill
I think it's time that people really know
What's real, nobody else get to spin it
I know these haters won't condone
Everything I own pointed at the throne
And I don't care who's sittin' in it
Bank on that, nobody son trust
After the clashes and the ashes come dust
You came for the fame
You gotta do what one must but me
I'm only here to eradicate the unjust
Real talk, motherfuckers the worst
They ain't grow into fuck niggas
They were suckers from birth
Rub shoulders and then it's over
You touch 'em you cursed
I can't wait to put love in reverse
The verse woulda been iller if
It wasn't for Slay
He said "'Sau it's for the culture
Not today" i said "Cool
And usually you're always right
But just remember culture vultures
Ain't always white"

DJ Kay Slay, the drama king rolling 110 deep
That's right! It had to be done!
Everything revolves 360°
What comes around goes around
Bring it back to the talent over popularity
Start talkin' to the people
Instead of about the people don't test me
You fuck around next time
I do rolling 200 deep on you motherfuckers!