Dessy Hinds - Ill Bomb 2K15 lyrics

[Intro: DJ RellyRell & Dessy Hinds] DJ RellyRell : Turn the lights all the way down, DJ RellyRell (Haha, hahaha) You in your car, i need you to roll your windows all the way down Turn your radios all the way up (Yo Rell, you know you are gettin that exclusive, right?) Pro Era sh** (Uh, good god, its PE til the d**h of me, n***a) I feel like the George [Jetson?] of this DJ sh** (What PE n***a) You other n***as miss cleo with it (Know that sh**, hahaha) Welcome to the future my n***a Aaaaaahhhhhhhh [Verse 1: Dessy Hinds] Hand me that crown with a triple K The AK played and y'all let it slip away The KING still watching any specific day Rap game plotting, never did miss a page Still slit a stage like machete blades So they can all witness my Hail Mary phase Hands down to stand down ground Crooklyn to Chi Town Where all the black innocent n***as lie down Then roll up dutchies in untouched money from homicide Why k** a man when you can k** his pride? When credit cards start to decline, uh This the Refinement Act Better watch y'all bread I want a slice of that Young guns pushing militant rifles straps Brothers on my back Malcolm in my maps Fulfill it to the max Without, maximum security laps Impurity lacks in the back of a paddy wagon in fact Tale of the dragon and ready for action In any old flashing rack They ain't hashing that They hashtagging that, so Just hand it down if they still down for that, ni**a [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] And i just want you to know something Im way up, dont be suprised if my [nose run?] Presidental sweet like check the campaign Malia baby show 'em how we do the damn thing I see you next time i'm out in the capital For now we back to the murder capital Where they merk you after school And leave your brains on the avenue Expect you to change, cause the president is back at you Shoot, he a slave too n***a He promised he would change and he paid dues n***a But honselty theres much he can say and do n***a Guess the revolution, only be paper for you n***as huh? I only state the truth n***a And it's way more [tad?] if you got the j**les with ya I be so fly, got your goose in the picture She was trying to flock by and get loose with a n***a And Lucifer the n***a I should probably blame for the [crusiferous n***a?] But that'd be slanted on my name That bliding from the picture Life was like a fast border, lord it's my picture He said: dear son one day it's gon' switch up 'til then i threw your front yard in the swisher 47 acres of that afghan good stuff Every second of the hour i just get richer n***as get a little, probably act like Bishop Who got the juice now? zip-up Y'all sip lean, we sip elixirs Got these n***as sick to the stomach like mixed liquors Thats [dark in a light?] like [?] n***as [Outro: Joey Bada$$] Uh, Dessy Hinds, uh Pro Era, what Joey Bad, whats up? RellyRell, whats up?