Random Axe - Random Call lyrics
[Random Axe - Random Call lyrics]
Yeah!yeah!yeah!
I know we got you niggas thinking like
"A yo, what's going on? Sound like some
End of the world shit"
It's not a fantasy nope
It's really going down let's do it
Who making hit's like these?
Call up, nigganigga Sean P
Call up, nigganigga Guilty
3-1-3 to the N-Y-C
Who making hit's like these?
Call up, nigganigga Guilty
Call up, nigganigga Sean P
3-1-3 to the N-Y-C
Yeah, I'm chemically imbalanced
You're no challenge
I eat hot emcees like cold salads
I'm so valid, trust the word
Find me in the ghetto, puffin' herb
Murder City madman stacking bills
Walk past the snakes and dap the real
Talk to me foul, I'll clap the steel
The type of dude you'll have to kill
We keep hunting, and if I'm breathin' (What?)
We won't stop 'til the odds get even
Revenge is a dish served cold
So I wear coats and stay in murk-mode
Break bread, the flow is worth gold
The silver lining is his skin is bronze
So I ain't have much to give to moms
But a headache naw I'm on it, she's straight
Who making hit's like these?
Call up, nigganigga Sean P
Call up, nigganigga Guilty
3-1-3 to the N-Y-C
Who making hit's like these?
Call up, nigganigga Guilty
Call up, nigganigga Sean P
3-1-3 to the N-Y-C
Yo, you can't mess with the bomb shit
Me, Guilty & Black is aggressive content
No love letter rhymes and raps about chicks
Just a whole lot of drugging and thugging
That's it you can call me one-dimensional
But ain't too much talking when
A slug get into you
And don't ask the god stupid
Shit in the interview
I grab Hex' sket then i'll
Wet up your inner tubes
Bike-rider, Lance Armstrong nigga
Running out of air fam
Can't stand long nigga
Sean Price: the worst rapper
The purse snatcher smack shit out of you and
Whoever's the church pastor
My hand in the collection plate
Don't you ever disrespect the Ape sean P!
We just getting started tell 'em!
Who making hit's like these?
Call up, nigganigga Sean P
Call up, nigganigga Guilty
3-1-3 to the N-Y-C
Who making hit's like these?
Call up, nigganigga Guilty
Call up, nigganigga Sean P
3-1-3 to the N-Y-C
BK & double three one is trouble
These one's trouble, each one'll crumble
Whole crews that front on old crews to fumble
Guilt run a play, P run a huddle
They say whatever but they like to mumble
So watch what they say results: Guns
The muzzle blood starts to bubble
Random, Random!
Had to double our pay, so cash them out
It's 'no dough
No show' don't even go ask them
So, Bro this probably be bigger
Than my last one
Who ahead in the race? Passed them
Hear it, now smash them
This that headbanger, no aspirin nigga
Who making hit's like these?
Call up, nigganigga Sean P
Call up, nigganigga Guilty
3-1-3 to the N-Y-C
Who making hit's like these?
Call up, nigganigga Guilty
Call up, nigganigga Sean P
3-1-3 to the N-Y-C
I know we got you niggas thinking like
"A yo, what's going on? Sound like some
End of the world shit"
It's not a fantasy nope
It's really going down let's do it
Who making hit's like these?
Call up, nigganigga Sean P
Call up, nigganigga Guilty
3-1-3 to the N-Y-C
Who making hit's like these?
Call up, nigganigga Guilty
Call up, nigganigga Sean P
3-1-3 to the N-Y-C
Yeah, I'm chemically imbalanced
You're no challenge
I eat hot emcees like cold salads
I'm so valid, trust the word
Find me in the ghetto, puffin' herb
Murder City madman stacking bills
Walk past the snakes and dap the real
Talk to me foul, I'll clap the steel
The type of dude you'll have to kill
We keep hunting, and if I'm breathin' (What?)
We won't stop 'til the odds get even
Revenge is a dish served cold
So I wear coats and stay in murk-mode
Break bread, the flow is worth gold
The silver lining is his skin is bronze
So I ain't have much to give to moms
But a headache naw I'm on it, she's straight
Who making hit's like these?
Call up, nigganigga Sean P
Call up, nigganigga Guilty
3-1-3 to the N-Y-C
Who making hit's like these?
Call up, nigganigga Guilty
Call up, nigganigga Sean P
3-1-3 to the N-Y-C
Yo, you can't mess with the bomb shit
Me, Guilty & Black is aggressive content
No love letter rhymes and raps about chicks
Just a whole lot of drugging and thugging
That's it you can call me one-dimensional
But ain't too much talking when
A slug get into you
And don't ask the god stupid
Shit in the interview
I grab Hex' sket then i'll
Wet up your inner tubes
Bike-rider, Lance Armstrong nigga
Running out of air fam
Can't stand long nigga
Sean Price: the worst rapper
The purse snatcher smack shit out of you and
Whoever's the church pastor
My hand in the collection plate
Don't you ever disrespect the Ape sean P!
We just getting started tell 'em!
Who making hit's like these?
Call up, nigganigga Sean P
Call up, nigganigga Guilty
3-1-3 to the N-Y-C
Who making hit's like these?
Call up, nigganigga Guilty
Call up, nigganigga Sean P
3-1-3 to the N-Y-C
BK & double three one is trouble
These one's trouble, each one'll crumble
Whole crews that front on old crews to fumble
Guilt run a play, P run a huddle
They say whatever but they like to mumble
So watch what they say results: Guns
The muzzle blood starts to bubble
Random, Random!
Had to double our pay, so cash them out
It's 'no dough
No show' don't even go ask them
So, Bro this probably be bigger
Than my last one
Who ahead in the race? Passed them
Hear it, now smash them
This that headbanger, no aspirin nigga
Who making hit's like these?
Call up, nigganigga Sean P
Call up, nigganigga Guilty
3-1-3 to the N-Y-C
Who making hit's like these?
Call up, nigganigga Guilty
Call up, nigganigga Sean P
3-1-3 to the N-Y-C