Carnage - L-Ascorbic Acid lyrics

"Hey you!" [Verse One: Jack Cracker] O.J. captains will locate the action Shogun a**a**in of flows got 'em clappin' Raps are lumpy, big, fat and chunky Yes Jack is funky, pa** the bra** monkey Write till my wrist hurt, throw mud, kick dirt Big hurt, big breath, exhale, windsurf My twist strip the screw Scripts look for you The kid rip your crew This switch is true Quick to grip mics, kick this just right I just might snap like noses in a fistfight The older I get, the colder I spit Roll on these beats like a deodorant stick Uh Grease the gears in-between these ears Listen here before this sh** disappears Got no standard rhymes, use no camera lies I like the street cred to have violence to glamorize [Scratch Hook] Hey you You're losing, you're losing, you're losing, you're losing your "Hey you" "Party people" "Break it down like this" "Hey you" [Verse Two: AD] Back at it without black paddocks or rims Or selling rocks to crack addicts Again But I still hustle I'm slanging a disc and I stay in the crib till I'm making it hit I am making a fist And I'm waving that b**h till I'm breaking my wrist To my grave where I sit, I'mma stay on my sh** Every stage, every set, every place that I rip When I flood the spot, monks love to rock I pump up the spot to jump up a lot Untuck your co*k, pull up your socks We're gonna do this for the heads from up the block To the heads that run the shops To the heads that don't untuck the Glock To the people boiling in this melting pot We living through it even though it's sweltering hot [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three: Eyedea {Carnage}] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah M {M} C's {C's} Or hollow store {Filler, I'm the iller resort k**er unadult-} -erated, made a melody out of metal For mangling mentally under developed partisans of my a** {Every time I could snap Though don't even need a proper track to rock in fact Just add a [?] wattage amp} [?] {I'll knock the gnats off a black cool caucus cap with a [?] Spot the wack Why is that? Blaacka blaacka clack} The walking Glock is back [?] Is that minister fine to [?] Time to rhyme into your mind and blind vision her I'm the prime minister of combined sentences Climb to my pinnacle, find your rhyme miniature {Two bada**es leave talentless challengers stricken with paralysis And calluses on how I gotta live} Most think this rap sh**'s a joke {Fat n***a though} After the show {Leave your heart take her back [?]} Your rhyme pa**es revoked Assess will quote Maze pushing for the ma**es that wanna see you choke {The majority?} No {Each and every rapper leashed} Nothing short of the {fantasy of masterpeice} [Both] Kimora Lee Handwoven catastrophe tapestry Orally attach a beast Coaches