[Intro]
Ayo, kick that gangsta sh**, c'mon
You got to kick that gangsta sh**, c'mon
You got to kick that gangsta sh**, c'mon
You got to kick that gangsta sh**
What, what, what, what
Fingers in the flavor
(Count and estimate about a thousand dead)
[Verse 1: Gift of Gab]
It's funny here my burners are burners like incense
My new to this, true to this, but writing with pen since
I was a s**m cell, I hope you learn well
That the cream of rap is rising, other rappers burning well
Burn in helllafied flurries of syllables, juries was finding me guilty of k**ing emcees
So after I enter ya, know I'ma injure ya, rolling like a ma** of villainous Gs
G-I-F-T, see I left the, s**ers in confusion 'cuz I'm strong like Hefty
Bags or the f*gs and the hags, I'ma drag 'til the pig get to whipping til you wave the white flag
Dag nabbit, who framed Roger?
And sample more bounce 'til I'm played like a Dodgers' home game
From here to Rome sing, whole thang, I be hearing all the vinyl and it makes me moan "Dang"
Come get a slice of this, so rap's on the tight sh**
Fight, get sent for words when I get my pipe lit
I pick up the ba** like litter on my lawn
Your girl plays a hooker role, hit her and I'm gone
In a hurry, bury, any thought you ever had
Of slaying the Gift of Gab, I be making them jump like the mack dab
Calculate the sum, or add it up in your head
But uh, (Count and estimate about a thousand dead)
(Count and estimate about a thousand dead)
(Count and estimate about a thousand dead)
(Count and estimate about a thousand dead)
(Count and estimate about a thousand dead)
(Count and estimate about a thousand dead)
(About 100 or more)
(f** that, you and your bullsh** crew)
(f** that)
(About 100 or more)
(f** that, you and your bullsh** crew)
(f** that)
(About 100 or more)
(f** that, you and your bullsh** crew)
(f** that)
(About 100 or more)
(f** that, bullseye, dead)
[Outro: Gift of Gab]
Yo, yeah, it's like this y'all
Solesides in the house
Blackalicious, DJ Shadow, Asia Born
And we hitting you with stuff you ain't never expected from the left
To all the s**ers get rejected
And we out
(This was a goddamn slaughter)
(This was a goddamn slaughter)
(This was a goddamn slaughter)
(This was a goddamn slaughter)
(Goddamn slaughter)
(Next thing you know you're being buried and planted)