Statik Selektah, The Kid Daytona, Jon Connor, XV - Sam Jack lyrics

"What good is a castle way high on hill?"

Yeah whoooo! You a motherfucker
Statik! And I'm a
Bad motherfucker don't play this for the kids

I'm feeling like Samuel L jackson
Time to get it cracking
Have a good time motherfucker
That's that Samuel L jackson
Time for some action
What it look like motherfucker?

It look like Marcellus Wallace when
I'm standing on my wallet
Up in mo hoes but I never went to college
Polish my flow, dropping shit, colonic
Just me and my dawg, Wallace & Gromit
Detonating bombs and more are set, Alanis
You ought to know I'm bought to blow
Isn't it Ironic? In the past I was the
Future like Johnny Mnemonic
And I did it through computers
Guess I Troned it
Then (Ever) ything was Clear, gin and tonic
I want Halle halley, not Berry, the Comet
I guess until then I'm cool with an ill comic
Till Statik brings some chronic
And the Philharmonic
And my shit's still knocking
Deep as Uncle Phil's pockets
Shoot for the stars with every bar
Cause I really rocket and I earned it well
As for they careers? They deserve to die
And I hope they burn in Hell! Like

Samuel L jackson, time to get it cracking
Have a good time motherfucker
That's that Samuel L jackson
Time for some action
What it look like motherfucker?
I'm feeling like Samuel L jackson
Time to get it cracking
Have a good time motherfucker
That's that Samuel L jackson
Time for some action
Say "What" again motherfucker

Come up out the throne nigga that's my seat
Imma son you niggas
How about I get you a hot
Seat and a fucking Hi-C?
Or a Varsity Blue City Club
That be the posse attitude, fuck it
Yeah the flow a little raunchy
Body everything, this another one in counting
A dog on these beats
Like Statik said he had a bounty
This the Tyson fight
My punches knock 'em out by round three
They boy fresh to death
Like they drown me in Downy
I be dropping hot shit fly Samuel L jackson
I can see the Snakes in the cockpit
Watch this yeah, fuck the world
That's the only thing my cock fit
Hot flow, key to my success
Watch me lock shit naw I ain't stopping
Y'all gonna probably need a locksmith
Show up to your doorstep like
It's dead nigga storage
Y'all seeing what I'm doing when you got
To kill every motherfucker in the room
Except no substitute

Inside model hoes to neck wreckage
Contracts on they throats, they get reckless
Wings and rice, extra soy sauce and ketchup
A Bronx nigga like Boy George
Avoid laws and fresh as fuck eight balls
Rack 'em up her thirst level
Dirt Devil how she vacuum'ed up the product
My nigga trust this logic
Train hoes to champions, Cus D'amato
Clutch the Bible, still call me father
Even out in the DR, drowns in the aqua
Open the room do'
Suite look like Tel E Mundo
Game show, I play hoes, my nigga you know ha
Go ahead while we get a spoonful
If you don't know what it is, just assume so
I hit the town like a brown skin Lou Ferrigno
The black superhero sam L shit

I am sick of these motherfucking
Rappers in this motherfucking game!