Shuko, Chino XL, Bekay, Canibus - Do This lyrics

And I don't need more confusion in my life
No more pain and disillusion in my life
If I'm dreaming will the nightmare just go on
And never end

DJ Vital and DJ Million this is Sir William
I might spit a billion

I'm outside walking the dogs, on my way back
Two dark brown mitchmatched
Rhodesian Ridgebacks
Majestic mic master maverick
This is Goose, don't crash it
Move or get mauled by a mastiff
Live, freestyling from the files, whatever
The gravity pull your body
Apart like mozzarella
I make you bark till your lungs warp
My tongue's sharp cut ya thumbs off
Cut you down while you run off
Heavy swing snow ploughs


Artillery is danger close now
You just flow loud with no know how
Wow! did I just say Nok Su Kao
You understand what the fuck I'm saying now?
The last man to stand and talk
To you through a bloody moustache
Javelin Fangz, you don't know the half
Sourdough biscuit's and warmed up beans
In my stronghold steed jeans busting 16s
Mouth covered
Every sound uttered come out muttered
Loud buzzers indicate that
You ARE outnumbered
Got caught in the remedy of an untimely loss
I'm the boss, don't ever forget that hoss

"Do this shit" "All day"
"Got classics that haven't even
Touched the streets" "Do this shit"
"We aim for the sky"
"I'm a motherfucking veteran
I'm telling you why"

Bekay'll shatter your fam
If the battle's the plan
You 'bout to get ran over by a battering ram
And my whole army's swingin' swords
Slice your heart out, hand it back to you
Like, um, I think this is yours
When I spit, I get applause
When you spit bitch
Is when a flow stop like menopause
I spit better for metaphors
If I ain't a star
Then why my name all up in
Your mouth like it's dental floss?
Take my name up out of your mouth
Pain is what i'm about
I'll get your dame up out of her blouse
I mean I came all over your spouse and house
It'll take two months to get the
Stains up out of your couch
So please, get the fuck back
Cuz YOU couldn't hang with ME
If you was my nutsack
Remain kinda humble, you can't try and rumble
When you about as gangsta as Bryant Gumbel
Ask Vital or Million, my raps be
So fly the Arabs be trying to hijack me
I'm breaking ya, cuz rappers is dollar happy
Look like a trachea
Then tell you to holler at me

"Do this shit" "All day"
"Got classics that haven't even
Touched the streets" "Do this shit"
"We aim for the sky"
"We'll knock out your spotlight and put
An end to your fame"

You ain't the poison pen
You the puzzled penguin
We don't take you serious like
Jamie Foxx when he singing
Or Roy Jones when he still try
To try to come out swinging
You John Bobbitt niggas have got the nerve
To ask me how it's hanging?
My shit is banging in your audio nerve
You nerds having the nerve to try
To analyze my every word
Cuz I could swerve a bit to my
Left and I spit to my death
I swear on my neph
Before I leave I slit my own neck
I ain't going a damn place
I'm the man with, the bandwidth
From the gram spit
To can't miss, my anguish
You threw me like hail fire
Who else you know turn down
The dancers from Mariah
And Neil Levine's label, imperial distributed
The virgin, it wasn't a high six figures
If not for business
I ain't fucking with it, nigga bear witness
Independent and ballin' my
Movement's non risk i'm the illest
I'm like Jesus to these young kids
DJ Vital is spinnin' while I murder this shit
Spitting for it
Hit a different mami every day tom Cruise
Getting married to prove you not gay

"Do this shit" "All day"
"Got classics that haven't even
Touched the streets" "Do this shit"
"We aim for the sky"
"You wanna bomb me? You'll need a whole army"
"Army"
"You wanna bomb me? You'll need a whole army"
"Blaw" "You wanna bomb me?"
"Blaw" "You'll need a whole army"
"We aim for the sky"
"We'll knock out your spotlight" "All day"
"Do this shit" "All day every day"
"Got classics that haven't even
Touched the streets" "Do this shit"
"We aim for the sky"
"Murder you and throw this rap
Shit out the window" "Blaw"