Crooked I - Ether lyrics

[Intro] Yeah let me pull my motherf**in' .45 out For week 45, C.O.B., Hip Hop Weekly Last year we made something out of nothing This year something is becoming everything I mean heavy bling, painting the Chevy green Becoming the sickest rapper that you ever seen [Hook] E, this is Eastside T, take it to the top H, this is hip hop E, every week I drop R, I'm the realest n***a still in the game This is C.O.B. for life, Crooked I is my name n***a I, you see the initials Will, I keep it official Not, I sleep with a pistol Lose, I greet you with missiles I'm the realest n***a still in the game C.O.B. for life, Crooked I is the name [Verse 1] Yeah, I will not lose 'cause n***as will not beat me Used to be a hot diss, now it's a hot Weekly See these rocks freeze me extremely hot breezies Want to hop on the co*k 'til they walk knock-kneed Then I hop in the drop and it's begging to mach speed me Yes sir the Spur is a blur when the cops see me Smash it through the Eastside of Animal Planet You love beef, I bet the cannons make cannibals vanish Get your chin strap and mandible damage The ammo dismantle and handle your cabbage Like I'm a ravenous savage, n***a Next to Crooked nothing is close I'm political enough to blow up on the Huffington Post Still put D on the block like I'm f**ing with Ghost Tuck in my toast under the clothes like a hustler s'posed (to-to-to) Who can stop my reign? That's like Bush having Obama's brain That's like me voting for John McCain My God, rather vote for John McClain I die hard with my squad, C.O.B., my n***as is loyal Fans make me who I am, I treat the listeners royal It's like I got a sultan inside of my mind feeding me lines Slicker than oil, sicker than spoiled food missing the foil I'm outside the booth with what I recite It's an out of body experience, my spirit's in front of the mic We nothing alike You'd have to live a year pa**ed 99 to keep it 100 once in your life Open your mind, here's hoping you focus your grind The realest quotes ever spoken in rhyme The discipline to write something down is the first step to making it happen I'm Lee "Crooked" Iacocca with mine Lot of rappers want to be leaders, most of 'em blind The others on a mountain getting their back broke from behind There you acting for these fans in this industry so proper In the booth you Superman, in the pen you a soap dropper I don't respect competitors, I rather Beretta ya Arm, leg, leg, arm, head, chest and et cetera Flexing with weapons I'm shredding ya Before I touch you kids I look for Chris Hansen because he want to catch a predator My dude I'm too sick, my guns produce hits I cruise in new whips, get nude with a few chicks My flow is on cruise control so I really don't do sh** The best can learn from me, excuse my two cent I'm Crooked I from C.O.B., never selling out Yelling out f** the world, let me spell it out [Hook] E, this is Eastside T, we take it to the top H, this is hip hop E, every week I drop R, I'm the realest n***a still in the game This is C.O.B. for life, Crooked I is my name n***a I, you see the initials Will, I keep it official Not, I sleep with a pistol Lose, I greet you with missiles I'm the realest n***a still in the game C.O.B. for life, Crooked I is the name [Outro] Yeah, Hip Hop motherf**in' Weekly I see my n***a J.U. in this b**h C.O.B. n***a Shouts out to my n***a P-Dub in Lakewood, ya nawmean Nick in Dago, what's poppin'? Haha, Nema Ya'll know what we doin' over here man We get motherf**in' busy Tommy and Joell, we gon' get these n***as this year J.C. and J Dog Horseshoe motherf**in' Gang in the motherf**in' building I got the whole Misfit Ent, rest in peace to my n***a Yeah Jay!