Pusha T, Joell Ortiz, Danny Brown, Raekwon - Tick, Tock lyrics

King Push rZA razor execution

The devil is a lie
You ain't broke bread 'till you
Taste the devil's pie
They say "Hi!"s laugh sounds like
An angel when he cries
What better camouflage when the
Halo's your disguise
Them wings don't fly your
Traitor is your neighbor
At your front porch
And he's handing you your paper
Bathrobe on, but the sword's underneath
And he wanna see your blood as
It pours in the street
It's the mark of the beast
The meek shall inherit the Earth the
Weak shall inherit the dirt
You each should have perished at birth
Stillborn or aborted


Every street tax gotta come with an audit
Either your life, or your loved ones
Straight razor or a snub-gun
From the village where the thugs from
Same corner that you copping
All your drugs from
He a hero, but he unsung, I'm the one

Ayo homie, the chambers is 36
They new and improved
Now make a move, these guns whistle
Sizzle up dudes who got big mouths, no power
Run in the bank with no dollars
Got the nerve to switch crews
We better than the rest of 'em
My guess is the estrogen
And all the money we got
We move like the Mexicans
A cartel, compound, a carvel
A large scale in Scarsdale
I fuck with golf now, Shallah is ill
Yeah, the coke is fresh
Straight out of Bermuda yo
Or chilling on a beach in Boca Chica
With tuna salads and palaces, yo
We smoke out them chalices
Passing of the balances of bread
To the Island since
1984, the blow was just more
Then we would come trough with rifles
Rockin Nike boots and war
A real nigga's invention that
Came from a henchman
Who blew up, now throw the Wu up
That's my redemption

Drug dealer, been that nigga half my life
Drug dealer, been that nigga half my life
You niggas talking
But you ain't never seen 'em
Imagine being first name basis
With the kingpin

God, I was Lucifer's neighbor
You wouldn't believe some of the things
These people do for this paper
Moving with lasers under Rugers
Make a move, you make the papers
Lose lose situation sweat or blood
You get to choose what you bathe in
The chemists cookwork, the runners footwork
The custies took work
The soldiers put work in
On any of the motherfuckers who
Fucked up good work
Bosses tell 'em: 'Good work
' that's just how the hood work
Northface bubble with eight bundles under it
Gold front upper-lip smile while
I was hugging it
I lied, I wasn't Lucifer's neighbor
He who I'm fucking with
My moms threw that snow in her nose
But I would hustle it
Champ hoodie, Mongoose with the pegs
Clap your stoop up, hit moms duke in her legs
That's beef nigga, y'all ain't street niggas
Y'all peep niggas
Write it down and try to be niggas
Fucking everything, neck heavy swing
Second hand swept across
That pretty Breitling
In that Nissan, Honda, Chevy thing peddling
Whatever bring 'fetti in
Steadily I fed my whole team
Drug dealer, been that nigga half my life
Drug dealer, been that nigga half my life
You niggas talking
But you ain't never seen 'em
Imagine being first name basis
With the kingpin

In this art of war, my pen stroke is Picasso
Niggas get the picture I ain't
Got to paint the nostrils
You know my origins is over when
Fat black bitches singing over organs
Die for a dollar, pride you don't swallow
You save that for the one
You buying red bottoms
Yuugh! That's the price you gotta pay for it
All's fair in love and war
She masquerade for it
Woo! Jack-O-Lantern Push
Trick or treat, fuck your shit
I earned it off the books
Now listen to me vent
When you sitting watch
It's like the tires being spent
Shots from everywhere
But they never make a dent
Knight in shining armor
Mistake me for the villain cause
My vengeance is your karma
Yeah, fear is knowing you're a goner
This music to my soul
Cause it's death before dishonor gone

Check! Got the tongue of a pimp
Raised by a dirty preacher
That used the church money to
Cop a new Beamer got the heart of a child
Raised by a prostitute
That bought his momma the rubbers
When a John came through
It’s the microphone methadone
Greatest ever etched in stone
You ain’t getting pussy like your
Prom date had a chaperone
Popping pills got a nigga
Brain like a labyrinth
Called the ho on purpose but I
Got the brain on accident
Nigga I’m your majesty
Show up with a bag of weed
Rolled a blunt so perfect
Thought it came up out a factory
My manuscript leave a man ripped
Of all his dreams
The insomniac with nightmares in sixteens
I’m a wet dream, dry sense of humor
Travel in class like a high school rumor
No one really cares if you
Embarrass us with style
Cause when it comes to them raps
You been letting us down
So tell em why you're mad son
Gotta get it off your chest
Let em know how you feel son
You gotta say what you say it don’t matter
They gonna say a nigga hating anyway