Royce da 5'9", Crooked I - Gun Harmonizing lyrics

Somebody lift me up, yeah and give me a hand
Give me a ride, I'm sliding off the highway
There's a curve in the road, I
Don't know when I'm going, crazy

Pop, pop, pop, brrrap, pap, pap
Brrrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, brrr-r-r
Bp-bp-bp-bp-bp
Bap-bm-bm bap, brrr-r-r, bm bap
Bm-bm, bap, bap, bap
Brrr-r-r, bap-bm-bm, bap
Bp-bp-bp-bp-bp-bp-bp-bow!
Bp, brrrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap
Bm-bow, yak, yak, yak
Gak-gak-gak-gak, ow!
Bap, bap, brrrap, bm-bm bap, bap, bap
Gt-gt-gt-gt-gt-gt bap, blap, brrrap, bow!

Verbalizing my theme: murder
Communicating while you debating
Using machine squirters
Br-r-rt, that trigger's my tongue
I l-l-lick a nigga
That four-fifth'll lift a nigga
Whole clique up
The Lord call for your soul, it's time to go
Pick up answer the horn, it's blowing
At you, you cold, stiff up
My heat heating my whole hip up
All we do is court strippers
Your metal freezing like it's
A morgue zipper, i
Ride around with Preem
Not the Preem from Queens
But the Preem from "DWYCK"
'Bout to change the game
'bout to fly the Desert
Eagle for y'all people
Like the wing's the clip
And the barrel's the beak
(Beak) , my apparel is fleece
I'm adorned in diamonds, I'm a pharaoh
Deceased like if Spawn was rhyming
And I would advise you not to tempt her
New Temptations, the gun harmonizing

Bow, bap, bap, brr-r-ow, bap, bap
Brrap-bm-bm bap, bm bap, bp-bp-bp-bp-bp-bp-bp
Bing, bap, bap, brr-rock-km, bm-bm bap, bop
Brr-ring, we 'bout that, ha, brr-r-rp, bap
Bow, bow, brrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, brrap-bm-bm
Bap
Kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak, raow
Bap, bap, brrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap
Bm bap, bm bap, bap, bm bap, brr-rp, bow!

Every bullet's a note
I write with a firing pen
Every time that trigger pull, it's a quote
Inside a booth full of smoke
Sniffing lines of that gunpowder
I'm hotter than a pair of boots
And a coat and a turtleneck
The best rapper alive could be the
Best rapper that died I'm murderous
If you ain't get it by now, I'm suicidal
I'm wild a nigga better than me
Is who I ain't heard of yet
So I ain't murdered yet
He ain't even been born his momma's a
Virgin she ain't even fertile yet
Prepare to get back, next time
You take a shit
Stand and turn around and look in the toilet
Then compare me to that!
Don't compare me to none of
These muh'fuckin' wannabe hustlers
Tough until they standing in front of me
Duckin' it's off with your head, nigga
'less you one of them Dodgers
We sound off as one, we gun harmonize

Brr-ow! Bap, brr-ow! Bap, bap
Brrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, bp
T-k-gk-gk-gk-gk
Bap, bap, bap, brr-ek-km-km, get
Gk-gk-gk-vek
Get, gk-gk-get back, back, bp, bp-bp, bow!
Bip, brr-ek-bm-bm, bap, bap
Brr-ek-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, brr-rt
Bp bap bap bap bap
Bap, bm bap, bap, brrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap
Bap bap, bap, bap, brr-r, gk-gk-gk-gk-gk

This shit is musical, my spit is beautiful
And if the best rapper died
We'd be sitting at Nickel's funeral
But we ain't dying 'cause our
Trigger finger nail you
As quick as you clip a cuticle
Hollows'll hit your follicles
I split your wig from far away
Like a long-arm barber
Then lift your weight
Like a strong-arm robber
Put that on Moses, I rely on my rod
As sure as Satan's tongue lying to God
Everybody dying it's like you standing in
A circular firing squad
Singers for hire, I find him a job you see
The gauge: baritone the revolver's a tenor
Way the shots spin your body
I'ma call 'em "The Spinners"
Call 'em "Earth, Wind and Fire, "
Put you beneath the earth, wind, and fire
Feel the fire that burnt Richard Pryor (yeah)
I'm keeping two guns
I named 'em "Romeo" and "Juliet"
Make you take five
Like you and your homies on a movie set

Brr-ow! Bap, brr-ow! Bap, bap
Brrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, bp
T-k-gk-gk-gk-gk
Bap, bap, bap, brr-ek-km-km, get
Gk-gk-gk-vek
Get, gk-gk-get back, back, bp, bp-bp, bow!
Bip, brr-ek-bm-bm, bap, bap
Brr-ek-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, brr-rt
Bp bap bap bap bap
Bap, bm bap, bap, brrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap
Bap
Bap, bap, bap, brr-r, gk-gk-gk-gk-gk, bow!