Dr. Yen Lo, Roc Marciano - Day 81 lyrics

Oh you note takers might set
Down a reminder to consult (Metal)
Experiments in the hypnotic production of
Antisocial and self-injurious behaviour

I love blindly and hate with a focus
That define me, no fake could approach us
Believe in my ace, no faith in the jokers
Was praying late in '88, taking them chokers
Thieving benjis
Not even pennies safely in loafers
Forbidden living in the place full of roaches
Did A to Z, then agency
Threw eighths to the hopeless
Went from bagging and dragging magnums
To making a opus dumb hood
Never understood caking with no risk
Shots peeling, not civilian
It's blatant we soldiers a rock climber
Got drama breaking them boulders
Drive a smooth ride, pimps taking the motor
Told from jump, bump mine
Pump on the front line
Rolled alone, not from a sober home
Couldn't unwind plans for static
If mans ain't have it I brung mine
Dip in gold slippers, sifting cokes
Calling one-time we ride in fear
Lotta years if cops caught us blocks forage
If not would've jotted in locked quarters
Sword the flock orders on
Board with top scorers
Props in here, call me papa bear
This hot porridge
Righteous bars, as far as your syntex
It's insects
A raw writer, more spider you can't spin next
Crime is how mind reward a doubt
Times are drought, climb that water spout
Itsy bit'sy, slung to get crispy
Almost choked in the web spun to fix me
You in the wrong lane, young
Trynna ball to fame
Along came the sun, dried up all your rain
You in the wrong lane, young
Trynna ball to fame
Along came the sun, dried up all your rain

Comrade, we thank you
If we may proceed with the demonstration

Grip the eagle in the green Regal
Live illegal, deceitful
Get the cream, I got a sweet tooth
Bend your queen up like a cheap boot
Creep through, one piece
That's not a ski-suit
Squeeze a few, I heard geese flew
Keep a freak, at least two
Turn the weak beef to BBQ to get GQ
My unique hue, make bitches rock something
That's see-through
Time heals, reveal the pineal
Tires peel, YSL, you know the game
Buy and sell
Got crack under the nails, Chanel
Pink champale pelle Pelle mademoiselle, CL
Left a chem trail
For intel, rinse your skin cell
Eighty-foot yacht with the windsail
Begin the tale, now let the wind tell
Then slide up in your femme fatale with G-E-L
Might wanna keep that on the DL

You say this man has been
Built as an assassin (Metal)