SMITH.b, $ilver Willy - Cereal lyrics

Might just buy a Rollie now
That I've secured my camera
Making it through college but I'm
Running out of stamina
I've managed to survive so far
I'm worried bout the rest
Even with a degree I'm still gon be a mess
"You creative types should get a real
Job and stop playing like
Somebody wanna see what you made- we
Got sweat in our eyes"
Cool, but ain't nobody gotta
Be miserable like you, always
Telling other people what they
Should and shouldn't do
Don't doubt it for a second I
Work hard for what I love
You can act like I ain't got
The power surging through my blood
Watch how you talk to me, I'll dominate like
Dahmer ate, no mercy when we congregate
I'll clean yo meat right off my plate
But I don't hate you case you wondering
Thundering bring the Hummer in
Through the front, I spit fire
I guess cause I'm gas guzzling
I punish shit cause I got the beat actin up
They mad as fuck
Wylin cause I brought the 90s to their trunk
One some young Will Smith shit
Put me on YO MTV Raps! and I'd be a hit
If Biggie were alive he'd slap
This in the Sentra whip
He might say something like
Zip it up- please keep the
Flavor sealed in fresh swiss ya up
Catch so many holes that I'll turn ya flesh
Into mesh, I'm tha best
These baby boys wanna test me?
Like paternity? Cause they got plenty from me
Catch me on Maury with the mic in my hand
And watch these kiddies try to
Imitate my best laid plans
I'm the sand in ya crack, got the Bands
Slinging crack out da back
Got the track record to break your back
I need the sack of the cash
In my lap that's a fact
The beat looks all wavy I can't stay on
Track- I need to take your paper
Like a mailman toucan Sam off honey smack
Selling golden grams
I'll go Bam-Bam on some jocks who
Sling pebbles thinking it's rocks
I'll snap and pop at your apple
Jack- you all bark and no chomp
Champion floss hoodie
Fuck with me, What's Goodie?
Moving quickly gonna need a dolly to
Shoot me and $ilver Willy

Put the metal in your mouth
Like I'm filling in cavities
Brains hit the floor
It's the theory of gravity
9 Shot revolver so I don't pick up shells
Metal ringing out like I'm
Playing church bells
Unh i'm at the party bumping with the dean
Put me in prison, I'll break out like acne
Givin' rappers nightmares but I'm
In they bitches daydreams
Run the trap so hard
Catch me ballin' at the track meet
Dirty as your damn feet
Fuckin' up the damn beat
Lay you on the curb
Stomp down with my damn cleats
Bullets wrapped in Teflon, produced with C8
Hit me on my flip phone
If you tryna see weight
Got an AR shooting depleted Uranium
Got you in my sights, get a deleted cranium
Bringin pain to them, bitches tryna chase me
Blood up on the walls, paint the town red
Banksy paid off them guards
In prison they shanked three
I'm one of a kind, no you can't replace me
Bringin' the fire like I chose Cyndiquil
My bitch just upgraded from Xans to Benadryl
Working overtime cause I gotta get paid
Killing all you roaches like I'm sprayin Raid
If you tryna step to my homie Bryce
Best be wearin skates 'fore you
Find yourself on ice
Shootin at ya playa' with
Rounds that are hollow
Brains hit the floor but
Your body gon' follow

Breakdown!

(Del the Funky Homosapian sample)
Now while the MC's rhymin and the DJ spinnin'
I want y'all to just get down
Now while the MC's rhymin and the DJ spinnin'
I want y'all to just get down
Now while the MC's rhymin and the DJ spinnin'
I want y'all to just get down
Now while the MC's rhymin and the DJ
Spinnin' I want y'all to just get- (SMITHb)
Shit, y'all know what to do

(Notorious BIG sample)
Cause I'm knee deep in the beats
In the landcruiser jeep with the
Mac 10 by the seats
For the jackas, the jealous ass
Crackas in the blue suit's
I'll make you PROVE that it's bulletproof
Hold ya head, cause when I hit the
Bricks I got gin, mad blunts
And bitches suckin' dick the funk, baby