Crooked I - Beast Ballad lyrics

[ INTRO: JUICE ] Ey I swear there's nobody in the industry f**in with Chicago rap n***as Believe me I give it to you n***as if you want it This for you, Va What up, P [ VERSE 1: JUICE ] I'm the grimiest n***a With the weapon I'm smackin ya A Legend like Acura Plus I'm ryhmin with vigor With a better work ethic they say I mighta been Jigga There's no regrets, the flow is wet, my n***a, cry me a river Exceptional vernacular, weapons spectacular And I'm never satisfied, somebody grab me a Snicker Named J-U-ICE like the diamonds that glitter When rhymin in a blizzard, seein me's like tryina get a lining with scissors Plus I'm throwin back a fifth of that Dom, my n***a, it's fryin my liver Supplyin the piff and ? infinite I don't even gotta try to get ignorant Like Theo and Vanessa dad I can deliver it Plus I do it just to brag, I am a intricate rhymin wizard Intravenous dope up in every rhyme and I'm spittin it It's like I'm puttin coke in every line and you sniffin it Plus I carry a nine, Terry Shine, I'm rippin it [ VERSE 2: Rhymefest ] I am not here to spit metaphors or create dances I am a can of whoop-a** ready to open Willin and hopin you would provoke him Try to insult me, I will punch you in yo face until my fists start smokin Till my hands start soakin in the blood from the wounds that was open From the sh** you was talkin out of motion I'm emotionless, I beat you to a Pulp for yo Fictional Some old John Travolta sh**, hocus pocus, b**h It's the magic show, spooks disappear down the rabbit hole LJ guerilla warfare, my sh**'s tactical I hold grudges, ? , do not touch it f** with, walk away from me, man, say "f** it" You don't want it, get stomped by the Brown Hornets Vak**, Crooked I and J, we all on it Keep your friends close, your enemies closer f** that, k** your enemies, yo, this ain't Oprah We gon' ride [ VERSE 3: Nino Bless ] Look I don't give a f**, my motto is live it up Keep your gla** half full, see mines, I fill up You want war, please give it up, the gig is up I'm sick enough to penetrate ? Yes it's Brooklyn's crooked minister Spit conscious sh**, then push some kush when I finish up I administer the sickest of scripts since That Indian that wrote the script to the Sixth Sense You lames spittin should quit and go back to 'caine, b**hes Is you insane, you must ? simpin Got your blood on my blade drippin, I ain't kiddin I pierce your chest like a ? , you lay stiffen Dog, I stay trippin, you know I was playin, pimpin I end his life cause this wasn't in G and Kane's vision Yeah I'm game uptown for that same mission Aim-clickin, bang-spittin, flame sick as Twain's diction [ VERSE 4: Crooked I ] Yeah, even though I'm holdin hot burners This k**er is colder than hyperthermia A single round spin'll sit you down like a hernia Me and Rihanna, we got a seperate definition for 'disturbia' I'm mentaly disturbed, n***a, I murder ya That prrrat put a peephole in your flesh A keyhole in your chest Then I open up your torso Just like a door, so d**h can walk in Negro, I'm depressed, please know I'm a mess Send you right upstairs Gun treat you like them Billie Jean sidewalks, the way they light up squares Yeah, k** kickdrums, tie up snares Wanna describe my flow in one word? Try 'unfair' Tireless nights I spit fire into wireless mics Till I expired its life, until my life expired I'm fly as a kite And I'm firin iron that'll turn any Iron Mike into Brian McKnight Mmmwwaaa, good night [ VERSE 5: Vak** ] I'm hate's Cupid on a poison-tipped arrow a**ignment Strapped to the ? My barrel alignments never minded enough exposin bone-marrow confinement Non-rhymers' subsconcious is vicious Only p**y gettin past these bars is conjugal visits Ganja exquisit, when inhaled conjure a vision Explicit as point blank with a rocket launcher ? My physic's the Lord's best kept secret, swept under His rug Cracked the earth with a thunderous tug I work wonders with slugs, I'm a blunder with blood It will spill until the angels come and plunge in the flood ? This that new Chi, necks frosty, bars is Windex-glossy Next costly mistake I'm squeezin Tecs ? Any n***a that plans to ex-off me Ain't got two snowballs chances on a anatomically correct Frosty You ain't heard no bars that's inhuman and wild Mushroomin a cloud till all you b**hes consumed in a pile God and Satan reunion is now And if Obama gets shot there'll be more blood in crackers than f**in communion allows Can't sh** breathin dishonour these verses Only cracks you'll find in my arm is 2 for 5's if the f**in economy worsens