Vinnie Paz, Block McCloud, Boob Bronx - Lloyd's of London lyrics

So, what got you interested in
Writing the song titles that
You do? Where did you get those ideas from?
"People I hatei write songs about things I
Hate and that's a lotta people"

Yeah respect the shooter!
Yeah, yeah respect the shooter!
Yeah respect the shooter!
(People I hate that's a lotta people) yeah

You ain't think Jahannam real
Think you could burn
Still the same dickhead
You would think you would learn
His energy wrong
That's the type of thing you discern
It's nothing for free, homie, if I give it
It's earned we talkin' tectonic plates
That's how gravity pulls
I could never blame a man for
The path that he choose
This a Gemstar, Glock 30, packin' my tools
A wise man never bother with
The action of fools
It was ahks, brawls, long nights
Mescaline pills
The first blicka that I touched
I was head over heels
Put his body in the water like a macrophyte
Ishmael and Hagar in Mecca
That's a sacrifice
The Mossberg, headshot, straight to the dome
I got akhis in the feds never makin' it home
Eighteen, face mask, jump in the van
Mask-on, lights off, when I'm dumpin' the can
Toma!

I'ma whoop, damn no
I can tell that they don't want the smoke
We'll hit 'em in a dark dark alley
These hammers never jam
They must have thought she was a dope but
Oh, no! I'ma whoop, damn no
I can tell that they don't want the smoke
We'll hit 'em in a dark dark alley
These hammers never jam
They must have thought she was a dope but
Oh, no!

I try to be real, man, it is fucked
Wouldn't stop you from gettin' Timberland up
Longest the scars minimal
Rock again, Glock for a pen
Hardest part is where to begin
Guilty of findin' peace inside a ruckus
(Ruckus)
When Gods link, Devils yell, "Motherfuckers!"
Pray I fail, hope y'all see the light
You'd be aight
Word, long as my shit flew with tears to it
No checkers, fuck you and your feudal efforts
Give on a second they don't
Know what chess is
Just hope they don't catch holes
In they fuckin' chests
We leave messes just to leave a message
Kings rise
Especially if they came from peasants (yeah)
Seem to make it happen even if we reckless
It's all energy borrowed
Let that bitch breathe
Hold that shit tight, let them shit's leave

I'ma whoop, damn no
I can tell that they don't want the smoke
We'll hit 'em in a dark dark alley
These hammers never jam
They must have thought she was a dope but
Oh, no!