ILL BILL, Pharoahe Monch, Conway The Machine - BE AFRAID! lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[ILL BILL, Pharoahe Monch, Conway The Machine - BE AFRAID! lyrics]
Be afraid is your best option
Your brain on the wall
Your eyes on your desk watchin’
Versace chopsticks and rock shrimps
The top chefs
Experts at makin’ Pyrex stretch
El Magico all it take is half
A shotty to catch a body
He had the fuckin’ silencer wrapped
Up like a salami shot three of you’s
Sounded like a baby sneeze
Stick trigger fully automatic baby squeeze
I sent shooters on scooters
Snipers on motorcycles, cruisers out of Ubers
Plus I supplied the Rugers
UZI’s, Llamas and Lugers, Illuminati Palooza
Plus I don't know how you maneuver
Make a move I’ll leave your fuckin’
Head smokin’ like a Hookah
Give your dome piece a crew-cut
It’ll happen so fast you won’t
Even know who or what
Be Afraid!
Look, thirty shot Mac, violators perish
(brrrrrrrrrrrrrr) got in the game with a
Flow that niggas obviously cherished
Jump out the Masi the shit on
My necklace about a hundred carats
(Talk to 'em) hand on my shotty and I’m
Probably finna air it (Boom boom boom boom)
I shit on anything niggas send me to spit on
(Ah)
Any niggas get out of line I dump a clip on
Before rap I was in them
Kitchens getting’ my mix on
Carpal tunnel all in my wrist
From getting’ my whip on
I’m realer than the rappers you
Deem to be real niggas
You call ‘em big homies
To me he a lil’ nigga (Haaah)
If it’s smoke
I ain’t never to busy to deal with ya
But I call Lil' Brody and
Ensure that you killed quicker
Spill liquor, still pictures on light poles
(Huh) drum all in the stick, it ain’t heavy
That’s the light pole
Send peace on your head, yeah
I know the price low
They wanna make sure it’s done before
The end of the night tho (Ha ha ha)
Machine, alright yo? Yeah, yeah, yeah
Be Afraid!
Spit that fire from the pit of
My soul it's never debatable
Your bio is degrading
Thank God it's biodegradable
You need to sell pork
Sausages in a Synagogue, look
All my dogs are cold, the Iditarod
And that there is a Klondike bar
For any female MC asking me for sixteens
I'm like
What would you do for this Klondike bar
Slam any MC on the concrete you consider hard
Thought any scheme but guessed to
God a worthy plan
Shit on any so-called King and Queen
Leave to the latrine
Then I deal you a dirty hand
You should be afraid
You should be very afraid
Try to escape I will mutilate
You in various ways
When the chariot swing down I'll
Make the chariot stay
And prayin' for Vibranium to destroy
The Aryan Hoods with
Gymstar no cardio no facelift
Be Afraid!
IT: - thats it, let go, be afraid be afraid!
Bill: - we may have the stones!
IT: - you all taste so much better
When you're afraid afraid
Bill: - right bev kill it, kill it!
IT kill, hack uh huh
Oh your are priceless brat I am eternal child
I am the eater of worlds, and of children
And you are next!
Eddie: - this is battery acid you slime!
Your brain on the wall
Your eyes on your desk watchin’
Versace chopsticks and rock shrimps
The top chefs
Experts at makin’ Pyrex stretch
El Magico all it take is half
A shotty to catch a body
He had the fuckin’ silencer wrapped
Up like a salami shot three of you’s
Sounded like a baby sneeze
Stick trigger fully automatic baby squeeze
I sent shooters on scooters
Snipers on motorcycles, cruisers out of Ubers
Plus I supplied the Rugers
UZI’s, Llamas and Lugers, Illuminati Palooza
Plus I don't know how you maneuver
Make a move I’ll leave your fuckin’
Head smokin’ like a Hookah
Give your dome piece a crew-cut
It’ll happen so fast you won’t
Even know who or what
Be Afraid!
Look, thirty shot Mac, violators perish
(brrrrrrrrrrrrrr) got in the game with a
Flow that niggas obviously cherished
Jump out the Masi the shit on
My necklace about a hundred carats
(Talk to 'em) hand on my shotty and I’m
Probably finna air it (Boom boom boom boom)
I shit on anything niggas send me to spit on
(Ah)
Any niggas get out of line I dump a clip on
Before rap I was in them
Kitchens getting’ my mix on
Carpal tunnel all in my wrist
From getting’ my whip on
I’m realer than the rappers you
Deem to be real niggas
You call ‘em big homies
To me he a lil’ nigga (Haaah)
If it’s smoke
I ain’t never to busy to deal with ya
But I call Lil' Brody and
Ensure that you killed quicker
Spill liquor, still pictures on light poles
(Huh) drum all in the stick, it ain’t heavy
That’s the light pole
Send peace on your head, yeah
I know the price low
They wanna make sure it’s done before
The end of the night tho (Ha ha ha)
Machine, alright yo? Yeah, yeah, yeah
Be Afraid!
Spit that fire from the pit of
My soul it's never debatable
Your bio is degrading
Thank God it's biodegradable
You need to sell pork
Sausages in a Synagogue, look
All my dogs are cold, the Iditarod
And that there is a Klondike bar
For any female MC asking me for sixteens
I'm like
What would you do for this Klondike bar
Slam any MC on the concrete you consider hard
Thought any scheme but guessed to
God a worthy plan
Shit on any so-called King and Queen
Leave to the latrine
Then I deal you a dirty hand
You should be afraid
You should be very afraid
Try to escape I will mutilate
You in various ways
When the chariot swing down I'll
Make the chariot stay
And prayin' for Vibranium to destroy
The Aryan Hoods with
Gymstar no cardio no facelift
Be Afraid!
IT: - thats it, let go, be afraid be afraid!
Bill: - we may have the stones!
IT: - you all taste so much better
When you're afraid afraid
Bill: - right bev kill it, kill it!
IT kill, hack uh huh
Oh your are priceless brat I am eternal child
I am the eater of worlds, and of children
And you are next!
Eddie: - this is battery acid you slime!