Ea$y Money, Termanology, Artisin, Reks - Derelict lyrics
[Ea$y Money, Termanology, Artisin, Reks - Derelict lyrics]
I’m a motherfucking derelict, nigga
Títere malo
He fuck with Easy, he get a hollow
Show no remorse, please, tell him I don’t
Give a fuck about you, eat dick and swallow
Better put them on ST we are
A bunch of mon-S T-E-Rs
Run up on you all, let three squeeze off
Draw blood like a phlebotomist
When I clap mine your life
That’s synonymous with your rap lies
You called a snitch on anonymous rat lines
Y’all know just what time it
Is when I rap I’m
Goin’ down as one of the best that did it
Wanna go rhyme for rhyme
I brought some rounds
This ain’t no merry-go, I don’t horse around
Easy will slaughter clowns
Funny how the rap game
In a drought when it’s so watered down
I’m a derelict peace to my
Cousin Derek in the bing
He go and said it heroin sellin’ adrenaline
I’m Einstein with the rhyme, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my fine mami will ride, show me a sign
Getting money and I’m on
It, distorting these rappers, flaunting this
It’s more than a vick I’m plotting
I’m robbing the whole economy
I step into the booth I turn it into a sauna
I’m chilling in the Bahamas you
Chilling in your pajamas, b
Hickory dock hot nickels will pop
Better hold up if you want
To talk shit ‘bout we
I’m history and I get more
Gs than the average rapper
Will ever get or see unfortunately for you
I’m going to stick around
Keep my weed bright green
But I keep my liquor brown
Yo I’m a derelict, definite rhyme specialist
Rap’s still in a deficit unless
You mention my syndicates
Speaking through raw epilogue Easy, Term
See to earn
Leapfrog, it’s your turn, jump on in
Buzz on them, in, bust your gun
I clench my pen
Kill the masses with the paragraphs
Us go in y’all just burst my thoughts cursed
Bar first, guzzle, bartender hustle hustle
Trying to keep it authenticious
Slaying the towns style
Brain in the clouds now my wildstyle
Fab Five Freddyish
Ready set get your green on
Your clock HNIC, someone to lean on
Fuck the thuggery you mean mothery
See the team’s strong the Bean
Gone star gazing be long
On your radio slates for eons but these pawns
To the system’s hating
Kill them all for violating
I am like a derelict
They should put my squad in a group home
Get your dude low in the I’m dealing out
Death for free, you can get a homicide coupon
Make your heart collapse
Let me break you a few bones
Compound fracture, poke through the skin
Let my nigga poke your girl
While I’m poking her friend
I’m a motherfucking sin, I ain’t sacrilegious
My life consists of rap, drug deals
And clapping biscuit's
Shot down like a shorty when
You ask for digit's
I’ll tell you know that you’re wack
I am that realistic
So you could save the time and save the trees
Cause most of this paper is
Wasted on these fake MCs they hate indeed
Instead of spending every day hating me
They should go home and make a beat
Or write a hot verse
But I guess they’d rather get shot first
So maybe they just really forgot
How being hot works
Títere malo
He fuck with Easy, he get a hollow
Show no remorse, please, tell him I don’t
Give a fuck about you, eat dick and swallow
Better put them on ST we are
A bunch of mon-S T-E-Rs
Run up on you all, let three squeeze off
Draw blood like a phlebotomist
When I clap mine your life
That’s synonymous with your rap lies
You called a snitch on anonymous rat lines
Y’all know just what time it
Is when I rap I’m
Goin’ down as one of the best that did it
Wanna go rhyme for rhyme
I brought some rounds
This ain’t no merry-go, I don’t horse around
Easy will slaughter clowns
Funny how the rap game
In a drought when it’s so watered down
I’m a derelict peace to my
Cousin Derek in the bing
He go and said it heroin sellin’ adrenaline
I’m Einstein with the rhyme, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my fine mami will ride, show me a sign
Getting money and I’m on
It, distorting these rappers, flaunting this
It’s more than a vick I’m plotting
I’m robbing the whole economy
I step into the booth I turn it into a sauna
I’m chilling in the Bahamas you
Chilling in your pajamas, b
Hickory dock hot nickels will pop
Better hold up if you want
To talk shit ‘bout we
I’m history and I get more
Gs than the average rapper
Will ever get or see unfortunately for you
I’m going to stick around
Keep my weed bright green
But I keep my liquor brown
Yo I’m a derelict, definite rhyme specialist
Rap’s still in a deficit unless
You mention my syndicates
Speaking through raw epilogue Easy, Term
See to earn
Leapfrog, it’s your turn, jump on in
Buzz on them, in, bust your gun
I clench my pen
Kill the masses with the paragraphs
Us go in y’all just burst my thoughts cursed
Bar first, guzzle, bartender hustle hustle
Trying to keep it authenticious
Slaying the towns style
Brain in the clouds now my wildstyle
Fab Five Freddyish
Ready set get your green on
Your clock HNIC, someone to lean on
Fuck the thuggery you mean mothery
See the team’s strong the Bean
Gone star gazing be long
On your radio slates for eons but these pawns
To the system’s hating
Kill them all for violating
I am like a derelict
They should put my squad in a group home
Get your dude low in the I’m dealing out
Death for free, you can get a homicide coupon
Make your heart collapse
Let me break you a few bones
Compound fracture, poke through the skin
Let my nigga poke your girl
While I’m poking her friend
I’m a motherfucking sin, I ain’t sacrilegious
My life consists of rap, drug deals
And clapping biscuit's
Shot down like a shorty when
You ask for digit's
I’ll tell you know that you’re wack
I am that realistic
So you could save the time and save the trees
Cause most of this paper is
Wasted on these fake MCs they hate indeed
Instead of spending every day hating me
They should go home and make a beat
Or write a hot verse
But I guess they’d rather get shot first
So maybe they just really forgot
How being hot works