Murs, Fashawn - Slash Gordon lyrics

You niggas sick, but it's not the measles
I'm slangin' hard rock nigga
Flock of seagulls

When this shit drop it's
Gonna shock the people
Like Barack hit the block
Lettin' off the Eagle

I even had that white boy, Ben Stiller
Chinese minx, call her chinchilla

When you drop that shit
Niggas didn't feel ya'
That whack shit didn't phase me
But it did kill ya'

Swear to God I never needed a rap manual
All I needed was some Mary
Jane and some Jack Daniels

On my Mama, I always been a rap vandal
Smack a whack nigga to death
With an axe handle

While you sittin' around lollygaggin'
I'm rollin' chronic out the bag -
Put the molly shag in

Man these niggas out here hardly rappin'
I come through and bless the
Mic In a godly fashion

So, necessary that you respect a Don
Especially if he's on another echelon

I come through
With nothing but the freshest on
Wear it once and then it's trash
Like a Ke$ha song

Yeah! Not an Ave you never catch us on
You niggas is cosmetic as Revlon

I was the broke kid that never had a Megatron
Stole it from the rich kids
That's why we couldn't get along

Look, Fash, nigga whaddup Murs?
You been leading of this whole hit man
You started the whole shit
But now I'm gonna go first
Aight, well do you thing homie go in

West Coast originator, never been an imitator
Full-blown, acetone microphone disintegrator

Uh, I get ignorant in the midst of danger
Inventive, considered the innovator

Where I'm, from we don't screw and chop shit
They come through wearin' red and
Blue where we pop clips

Uh, and I be higher than a cockpit
Let the chop spit hollow tips out his top lip

This is the sound of an underground renegade
Who wears a crown and isn't
Down to catch any fade

Bwah, you ain't ballin' go get a bigger chain
Smooth criminal
Hit a nigga through his window pane

And I was put here to put fear in suss niggas
Nobody shook here, we don't give a fuck
Nigga

Yeah! Drug dealers, slup peelers
Mention it to my mug nigga, fuck Twitter

Gangbangers, thug niggas, nerds to the geeks
All respect the way I put
These words to the beat

In other words he's a beast
Every verse he completes
Bad bitches, actresses
Even birds give him beak

And the music that we make help
The kids in the ghetto grow
Fightin' for they're freedoms so they
Keep up out the federal

Uh, the name's embedded somebody let 'em know
Always stay perpetual flow, so I forever glow

Fashawnin' on these niggas
Straight up out the FC
Catch me with the baddest bitch
Burnin' up the best trees

Or probably on some jet-skis
I hustle collect cheese
Last time you saw a check was on your SB's

Yeah! Respect over everything
Murs and Fashawn
Bet you've never seen a better team