Chase Canali - 2nd Ave lyrics

[Verse 1:Slytedge] My verse cold I deliver the shivers Ya liver gon' quiver, we winners, you quitters No sinners or hitters, he hit her Now she left in the wrong because Mr.right missed her And ditched her, dissed her, and kissed her sister Kristin Lister, gon' need some lister-een,to get clean I'm a lean, mean fighting machine On the hunt for the green like Jack and the Bean F*** you mean I can't wear my hat to school I wish that I ruled over principles f*** they're principles F*** they're no good rules Waking up at 6 in the morning just go to a jail cell Go catch the bus and bid my family farewell I got fairly odd parents but its fairly A-pparent That my name ain't Timmy I'm a lord like Remy But I don't drink Remy or Henny just Geni-talia I, tally up, all of my haters then serve em' up like a waiter [Hooke:Slytedge] We Just tryna have a good time And I'm just tryna spit some good rhymes I'm like Momma look I'm famous now She's like son right now is not a good time [Verse 2:Slytedge] Fishing for hoes,real em' in they bite the lure I lure in the bait and lay her down like cow manure She ride me like a bike,like she in the France of Tour Right when she leave the crib I act like I never knew her Cuz I smash then dash,hope you had the time of your life Good riddance, fast cash never lasts Stacking up paper thats greener than spinach Hogwarts flow the best player in Quidditch But I still ain't finished, leave a lasting image Of myself in the minds of you rappers I climb inside behind your eyes and plant a mine in you rappers Then in due time, I close the blinds on you rappers Cuz I got all the shine, It's night time man I'm sorry,it happens [Chorus] [Verse 3:Slytedge] This is Hip hop, blood drip drop untill yo chest stop,beating I come from a special breed of MC's theres no defeatin me I'm makin waves of the highest frequency Please do not speak to me If you not on my level,turn up the ba** and treble Fear strikes your face, you tremble You look me in the eyes It's like a greeting from the devil Good evening students, cla** is now in session You're not hear to talk about the Cold War or the Great Depression Not to discuss four score or slave oppression This the art of rap and y'all got some learning to do About Rakim, Cool J and the 2 Live crew Cuz in 69' my momma was born, in 79' hip hop was born In 99' I was born, every single time one away from a dime