[Jon Belz]
Try to go mano a mano - become a hologram
p**n flick - I just get off when I'm on the cam
Horror flick - you'll get offed - no running, fam
I was born to spit
They can't keep up with their lung in hand
[?] Uncle Sam that is how I want [?] arsonists
Shaking up the game - I gave it Parkinson's
Quick to talking
[?], boy
Just call it done
Murderer - pick a ward or be hung
They'll pay memorial in your memory
It reads: "Never forget - when Belz is the enemy"
These frail n***as' finicky
Drilling them till they [?]
This imagery is wicked - I don't know what's gotten into me
It's rotten, vivid - looking like I shot a Kennedy
Forget about images - I levitate off of energy
I'm writing life sentencing behind these bars, n***a
I do the work - like it's just me in the yard, n***a
All this concentration with this time I'm facing
Prisoner of the game - climbing out the Matrix
I'm not a game designer faceless
I took your favorite - mixed in the greatest
Gave myself a facelift
You got a fetish for defeat - you can taste it
Back and forth is for the b**hes playing tennis - get a bracelet
This is for the spitters only - club secret like the mazes
But it's known to [?] - we running without [?]
I ain't playing no more - I've been laying so low
Now I'm shooting up everything - I ain't aiming no more
I got 36 chambers of flame to bang at your foe
Grab the mic and try to hang - it's cool it came with a rope
n***a, I cut a body - that bag was a duffel
They looking bad trying to run and play after the [?]
Still got sacked 'cause they trash - I'll actually stuff you
How the HazMat cleaning up after the rumble?
Your a** is in trouble
I'm actually humble
I get to spazzing - you gon' know
'Cause I haven't begun to
You' average - I pa** 'em up
Why you ga**ing these dummies?
"I got fire to burn" - that's just gas in their stomach
See they don't know that I'm that n***a they actually want
And when they fail to mention me, well, they're actually frontin'
I'm putting an artist f**ing work in and ain't asking for nothing
Nah it's Team Backpack on your a** and I'm hunting
Put a cap in your gut and it came with the stamp of the goverment
Got the issue - but trust me
You' campers ain't wanting it
Honestly - chill
It's dumb to me that you wanna be ill
You either are or you're not
[?] wanna be k**ed
Belz
[Mic Capes opening]
That motherf**er Jon snapped, didn't he?
Imma do my sh** north side, n***a
[Mic Capes]
Tell me what you'd rather have - the fortune or the fame?
I swear the game is changing - it's like an orphanage for lames
[?] from the north is where I came
Flow is gorgeous so I'm sure to make a fortune in the game, See?
I came to put it down for my native city
So I hope that God is watching and the angels with me
I'm on a mission to put us up on the map
Happy I started rapping - I could've been cooking crack
Could've been doing time - could've been in the ground
But I'm doing music - [?] googling n***as now
Flow is stupid - truth is I'm doing it for the [?]
Doubt that that n***a tough - well I'm proving it to him now
Salute me and give me pounds - but I remain humble
I made it through all the pain - and I ain't crumble
And managed to stay the same - through the rain
Never change - now I'm ready to change the game
And make my change double
We in the same huddle - playing the same game
Ain't running the same place - but got the same struggle
Playing tug of war with life, but f** it, I'm alright
Though my life is [?] full of brain puddle
Instead of battling with regret I climb the ladder of succes
Never focus on the past - 'cause I'd rather know what's next
Never panic when I'm [?] - you're average at best
You be the n***as in the stance
While we snatching down the necks
Ball game, n***a
Aye, aye
Ball game, n***a
Uh
Checked it, checked out
And left the microphone in a ball of flames, n***a
Mic Capes, let's go
[Illmaculate]
Look around, aye
Now say the scene ain't raw
Me, Belz and Capes came to cremate y'all
That's why our lines connect like a three-way call
I keep a small sidearm tucked like Dj Paul
Brought up in a [?] - raised in a rough spot
I was out in Georgia - selling tapes out the Lunchbox
Now I run the game - every play, [?] clock
The point guard of my city before [?] hit a clutch shot
Bombs drop - lock the wall down, survive the fallout
It's like I'm God casting lightning rods down
I'm Michael Vick fighting pits outside a dog pound
I sketch a drawing of Muhammed at an Isis compound
They say - they say I'm nice, why I rhyme so mean?
Well let's take a stab at it - like a Psycho scene
I put it on all on the line - I got that tightrope lean
So when I drop that sh** crack - like an Iphone screen
I got no time to spend - just this common sense
Build a wall - it's that to keep them out or lock us in?
Red and brown - say that I'm in it like a wedding vow
Columbus ain't discover sh**
And John Smith's a pedophile
Tear the world apart - feels like we're a world apart
No sense in sleeping when these demons get an early start
Police k**ing - be the murder charge I'm speaking out
But preach into the choir - don't spread the word of God
We just stating the obvious chasing profits
Slaves to opulence - labels makes us anonymous
What would you trade for dollars?
Would you exchange your karma?
d**h before dishonor - I'd rather rob you than beg your pardon
I'm from the bottom but I'm stacking Franklins
Putting models on the roster like a talent agent
I got her number - how them apples tasting?
I'm a problem - chalk it up like Good Will Hunting math equations
I'm not a player - I'm a better coach
Don't make dollars, don't make cents/sense
Like Big Pun's breath control
[?] the goat
The best that never made it resurrected
[?] - check my pulse
Being possessed by every dead legend's ghost
Set in stone, yeah - here to be
I'm all heart like a stethoscope
But hold up, check it, yo
Labels wanna sign me - the best approach? Cut the [?]
[?] attitude - like a child that don't respect adults
f** 'em, aye, yeah, f** 'em
Team Backpack, Portland, f** 'em
Illmac salute, whattup!?