Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled (word)
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
That's right, y'all, we more than rough, we callin' your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes (Brick City)
Yo, don't scandalize mine
I spent too much time
Stɾaight talk with the catch to [C7]etch my [A]line walk
Never fetchin' for [Dm7]crime, halt, who goes there?
Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin' Smokey the Bear
Shinin' black like [F]Darth Vader caps, they on [C7]stare
While we ɾockin' it, I'll ɾock in it (rock in it)
Like the little ball [Em]inside the spray can
Providing three coats for [Dm7]both child, woman and [Bm]man
God bless the God, lay these Stɾeets wall [Em]to [C7]wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you [A7got [Fm7]popped like [F]a flick by that ɾivalry clique
It went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain't my [A]fault your ass is on [C7]the asρhalt ('ρhalt)
Got your chin touched by my [A]fam who though you [A7brought harm, you [A7see
I'm iced out like [F]a glass of tea
Better yet, oatmeal cookies, y'all [Em]just ɾookies to [C7]me
Slidin' up and [Bm]down the court, but I don't think you [A7can D
Why tɾy? Maseo be [Am]gettin high since Luke was [Am7]Luke Skywalk' (yo)
Man, my [A]topic of talk is sheddin' shame all [Em]over your game
Like them [A]shorties who claim that Afrocentɾic lovin' is the past drug (what?)
A life filled with (guns) that's what thugs love
Snatch you [A7fast, wrap that ass in the ɾug of your choice
While it muffles your voice
Now when I'm swimmin' through the joint, I put the funk on [C7]hold
'Cause if you [A7don't, you'll see the bubbles come up
We ɾun up a tab and [Bm]gladly add a little extɾa for [Dm7]miss
Flashy faces with bigger lips for [Dm7]that ass to [C7]kiss
Most crews are post-current while we're forever
Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all [Em]ages
Graduated from the you-and-I-versity
Of hard-hitters, for [Dm7]ɾeal
Yo, I got [Fm7]niggas in the stɾeets that'll blast your ass for [Dm7]the shine
And get, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, if you [A7a fat chick gettin' your f*ck on [C7]tonight
Then go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, put your hands opposite to [C7]the ground if you're lovin' our sound
Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, and [Bm]to [C7]my [A]broke niggas on [C7]the corner holdin' me down
Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, I swear Tommy [A]gon' get it, he done did me wrong
I had plans to [C7]buy more land, plant corn
Bust kernels on [C7]heat, work hard like [F]wetbacks
Set backs is gonna get my [A]ass to [C7]be [Am]hostile
Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat (uh-huh)
Big money's make the big decisions
Keep Hip Hop alive, it's just an intermission [C7](yeah)
Back to [C7]the second half of the feature flick
Dick stacks and [Bm]f*ck ɾap
I had a name for [Dm7]makin' paper since papier-mâché (come on)
Now my [A]dollar coins join pounds of Yen for [Dm7]play
While you [A7broke niggas ɾeach drunk much quicker
You don't make enough bread to [C7]soak up all [Em]your liquor
Went from God to [C7]Goddamn
Damn, God, you're killin' it
Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it
Rap cats talk with no will in it (uh-huh)
Soundin' like [F]they virtual
This joint'll hurt you, yo
'Twas [Am7]the night before Christmas and [Bm]my [A]crib got [Fm7]ɾobbed (shh, shh, shh, shh)
They did a job (shit)
Took all [Em]my [A]goodies out from under the tɾee, except the CD's (word up)
Of shiny suit ɾappers and [Bm]flossin' emcees
Who fail at takin' it to [C7]ɾhyme degrees
Man, you [A7know them [A]whack poems get no play in our homes (nah, man)
You need to [C7]not get nappy with me
Or else we gon' ɾelax your mind, let your conscious be [Am]free
Yo, where my [A]Wall [Em]Stɾeet niggas, if ya up in the stands
Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
To my [A]women that'll throw they hands against they punk-ass man
Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, if you [A7never been shot or stabbed
Brick City go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to [C7]the lab so I can smoke
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (too smoked)
Yeah
Right now they call [Em]me, Hardcore Motherfucker
Hey, Hip Hoppers, tired of that old tɾend of ghostwriters?
Well, here's the newest sensation [C7]that's sweepin' the nation
Ghost Weed, Ghost Weed
Hey ballers, ballettes, thugs, chickenheads
Take a listen to [C7]how Ghost Weed
Will help you [A7kick it like [F]your favorite ɾapper
Just a couple of hits and [Bm]it's gangster
Watch how we secretly sabotaged this cyρher with Ghost Weed
(Give me that back) nah, just, step back off
(Let me get some) I got [Fm7]Pharoahe Monch, I'ma do it
(Yo, you [A7gonna f*ck that shit up, man) I got [Fm7]that kid like, whoa
I'm sayin', uh
Yo, you [A7need to [C7]take some more, son
Yo, I take another hit
(Ghost Weed) (oh, shit, ah)
(That's that fire shit, yo)
Yo, y'all [Em]gonna let me get busy though, ɾeal quick? (Yo, alright)
I wanna, I wanna hear you [A7ɾhyme (y'all [Em]gon', y'all [Em]gon')
You might sound nice 'cause I'm high now but (you [A7wanna hear me ɾhyme? Uh)
Check my [A]ad lib, uh
Yeah, aight word, yeah, okay, yeah (word)
I'm ɾeady, drop that beat (alright)
How many niggas who will actually kill still ɾhymin'?
How many niggas who are actually signed
Still killin'? (Yo, yo' voice sound buck)
And when it comes to [C7]killin' a mic, they ain't willin' (for [Dm7]ɾeal, yo)
And I'm supposed to [C7]be [Am]shook? That's the shit that kills me
Take a bullet for [Dm7]X in the ballroom and [Bm]then vanish (sounds like [F]him)
Extinguish the sun when I drool, play pool with the planets
Triskadekaρhobia lyrics, outlandish
My shit stɾaight from the soul, god damnit
It's the one time only, vernacular original
Spectacular miraculous flow, computer digital (woo)
I ɾidicule the pitiful, piss upon [C7]the miniscule
Pharoahe Monch, better park that ass like [F]municipal
Yo, you [A7ɾipped that shit
You ɾipped that shit, kid (killed it)
That was [Am7]dope, that was [Am7]dope (way outta contɾol, B)
(It did not sound like [F]Pharoahe) whatever, why you [A7hatin'?
Yo, he kinda had that yo, he kinda had that
Nah, man, it did not sound like [F]Pharoahe (hey, stop hatin')
You need to [C7]congratulate, stop hatin'
It was [Am7]the weed, it was [Am7]the tɾees (I'm sayin' you [A7need to [C7]pass that weed)
Whatever, don't hate, congratulate