Chui Got It - Groseller (Feat Gres & D Forteller) lyrics

[Intro] Chui Got It This one right here is over due man The wizard, Forteller The great Gres ToasT Battle, Street, Reality SALINI MUSIC [Verse 1: ToasT] Been s**ing these mics for quite a while Flexible i f** em in any style Interchanging the energy, keeping me ahead for miles Simmer down theres a grown man speaking here You only thinking you're grown you're wet behind the ear Couldn't figure out your purpose if i hand it to you Too busy following the trend of n***as lying to you Only orchestrate real raps no free falls Elevation without eating all the meat balls Your mouth full and you still ain't getting nowhere Paraplegic, line rhyme get him a wheel chair Only thing between us, opportunities here So you can miss me with the ice grills and stares Tragic, you only gaining in the same spot Change ya plot, you in a bucket of crabs with have-nots Pedestal flow, these n***a don't [?] Walk alone in the dark, go ahead and flex ya art Razor sharp i will buck 50 your a** apart Royal place where we be earning what you claim in here Lyrical voltage equivalent to electric chairs [Verse 2: G.R.E.S] Picture me with a scar Thats when i obliterate squads, Decipitate arms Have a aids victim raping your moms f** with mines, burn you with cigars Run you over with a car, Scope you with the AR Imagine me being broke? Thats when i rob rich folks, pitch coke Leave drug lords wit slit throats Got Earners to take it Got burners off safety Since the 80s we go loco we all crazy Still holding book bags with cans Still holding backpacks with gats I'm a trip so f** around you'll be bon voyage I'll have you feeling defeat, like a foot ma**age Sparring more than fencing, Carve your dome til headless Arsenic expression, cartilages melting Cut neck to take necklace, when i invade your premise I love hate expressions, i rush gates you take exits [Verse 3: D Forteller] ToasT, Gres, D Forteller wrecking the game Cross hairs on chest plates and muscles ending the pain Disa**embling membrains insane, lessons is played Adjust the aim, bust slugs crumble the grain Double bubble your frame, don't stumble mumble your name It's all in the same you're lucky D is huddled in vain They're creeping to slay, mysterious vulturous ways [?] but i'm stuck in my ways Loosen the chains of my hustling slaves, captured And still trust in the same stuck in a cave actor Smack a manufacturer by these government ways Supplement stains, my lyrics.. too much for your fame Wouldn't trust if you paid, wrapped a ripped through A dysfunctional pray, been rapping since before you were made Since papers hanging off, your industrial drain 360 degrees around my circumference you lame