Crooked I - Getaway lyrics

[Intro] Veterans Day just pa**ed, shouts out to all the veterans Did you know that on out every four veterans is homeless in America? There's way bigger issues for this country to attack, than me usin' the N world 'Sup my n***as? Hip hop weekly Yeah, thirty-three Freash out of the hip hop awards First one on the west coast I walked away with the west coast best lyrical a**a**in award Here's why [Verse] You f**in' with a blade runner, Crooked's a straight gunner I can freestyle for eight summers, I'm the eighth wonder White t's, 38's under My bare weather pistol strike like lightning and make thunder when I wet ya I bet ya get (?) when I catch it, digest the bullet, my pleasure High measures, shots diggin' in your chest, tryna find treasure Find me in the city spelled with nine combined letters L-O-N-G B-E-A-C-H , we ain't joking, n***a, we squeezing them 38's (?) I'm breathin' in poisonous gases Spitting straight acid, infecting the greater ma**es Takin' names after kickin' a**es, I trashes Breast knuckle to your stomach, (?) like Ca**ius King of the cheddar talk, sever whoever with the desert hawk Leave predators dead, I'm forever boss When I set it off, you lesbian thespians best be pedestrians That means you p**y actors better walk Funeral service, time to buy some flowers I know you wish you could rewind time some hours Change your mind and cover, instead of getting sniped by the rifle tower You rivals get your life devaured, when I igninte the hour Sir, yes sir, on my riste to power, campaigning like Eisenhower Comin' off like the young Darryl McDaniels Comin' off five times a day like Arabic sandals Rich ghetto American vandal My necklace on fire, and it light up the room, I'm wearin' some candles Whoever hot, I'm gonna scorch ya You boys are out of order, but can not afford the (?) Of course I'm a carnivore, I'm the Art of War enforcer You brontosaurus slow, to catch me you gotta flow a Porsche I'm light years from fishing for ideas, I'm itchin' to find (?) I'm switching my mind's gears, (?) of my fears All evolved the fear of what I do to you n***as Your henchman is right here I got the future visions, I ain't usin' you for (?) I give 'em the truth and the youth will listen We can make money and I sleep like kids when they tooth is missin' All you do is join the new commission No Paul Castellano, no Sammy Gravano Just friends of C.O.B., the only family that I know Give us money and power, give the Grammys to Bono Give us love and respect, adress me as (?) The one (?) the booth like (?) the demigod While you get your babble on/Babylon, like my n***a, Nimrod I get my grand hustle on, like I'm in the Pimp Squad And I keep it west, like the leader of the Lynch Mob Lyrical a**a**in, the best in the west (?) and get your eyelid stretched to your chest B-dot-O-dot-S, n***a, S Burning down the compound, like I'm (?) the flesh, yes [Outro] I start hittin you wack a** rappes with thumpers Put you underground like a bunker, motherf**er It's for my n***as in Philly For my n***as in New York, New Jersey My n***as out there in the motherf**in' Texas Motherf**in' Atlanta, Florida It's for my n***as all around the world My London n***as, hit me up My motherf**in' n***as way over Italy, rockin' that C.O.B. sh** Y'know I'm talkin' 'bout? We got spit over here, homeboy And I'm the king of the spitters, n***a Eastside Long Beach C.O.B. - Circle of Bosses Commission of businessmen