E Money - Pa**ionate MC, Emoney, Jeff Turner (Prod. by Count Ba**y) lyrics

[Verse 1: Pa**ionate MC] Back-Back on the Mission Underground with a foul mouth when I wild out like a Pow Wow Better bow down to the crown now that the crowd's loud From the image of me sh**ting on these n***as like an outhouse He better know, She better know, Heat's gonna' grow, reaching degrees that'll smoke Anybody who's sitting in these seats that are close til' you only can see them on repeats of the show When you pay respect. Watching as I rock it like the Grateful Dead Whoever doesn't watch it, I'mma' slay them next Giving 'em the option to be laid to rest with a bayonet Attached to the black AK-47 automatic weapon with the trigger mechanism That'll snapback like a hat whenever it's tapped Like a n***a trapped in the institute cause he went to shoot at his cla** And clap that! Clap that! Cause the flashbacks of him being laughed at and treated like a lab rat I'm the serial k**er and madman with a trash bag for your wasted material like it's HAZMAT But I never backtrack cause I'm Dexter Leave you in the plastic wrapped with your neck cut When I collect up the red blood for the next one to be a victim cause I'm k**ing 'til my breath's done! When I look at these n***as I flip 'em the finger for thinking that they're sicker than ever Whenever they be in the venue I be giving them terror! Forever with the clever bars cause I'm giving 'em war, taking them all off, I'm a warlord!! What you really think I brought the sword for?! They're gonna be running and jumping for freedom The people who see them will think that it's parkour Then I'll rock ya mom just to hear her sing like she's Chaka Khan With a co*k so strong it turns her box into an octagon! I'm past insane! Everybody's dealt with by my wrath the same Catching more cases than conveyor belts at a baggage claim! Off the record, smarter than a Harvard lecture You will get dissolved in seconds like the salt ingested in your large intestines I'm a boss and y'all gon' respect it. (ZzzZzZZzZZzZzZz) Play your bars? Motherf**a, that sh** turned me to a narcoleptic! Motherf**a, I'll take any ten of you Cranston, Rhode Island! A Grind Mode General! Jeff Turner, Emoney, TeamBackPack! Bar after bar, the sh** that they need from me! That's that.... [Verse 2: Emoney] It's that backpack and i'm back in It's crackin' all the fans acting All like they forgot about me till I ride the beat now they back to ride the band wagon So I tell em' hop in the back, cause I got a few bad ones sittin' in the front With a little bit of rum, drive better when i'm drunk, if a hater wanna ride, I'mma fit him in the trunk Coulda woulda shoulda but you never got it done You a**emblin' with anyone you benefiting from Never gonn' sin, cause you wanna go to heaven, think about this what if heaven never come? I take what I got then I roll with it A solo mission don't show the rest You grind all day, say no to rest And do it 24/7 I know the rest Man, I just came to party, i'm with a beezy in a EDM outfit Over there talkin' that wild sh**, so I tell her put Emoney where ya mouth is Outta the do' and I'm outta control I'm in LA with the rowdiest hoes Who party and bullsh** and powder they nose So you better turn it as loud as it goes These days the nerds are gettin' laid It kinda remind me of a happy movie In High School you were saying no to geeks Now you a Silicon Valley groupie That's a power move, you wanna ball better learn how to alley oop me You'll be glad you knew me when I shatter though You want me to quit you gonn' have to shoot me E Monsta [Verse 3: Jeff Turner] I'mma hit em ugh/Get em ugh/look at how I did em ugh k** em when I hit em with the venom if they really wanna send em ugh Lookin' at her booty and the rhythm/tell me how she fit em in the denim Boy I'mma mad savage with a mad habit Vegetables and my gas cabbage ugh go ahead and talk trash bout it ugh Go ahead and you can ask bout it uuuuhhhhh thats right Thinkin' bout the couple of girls from last night Lotta people livin' inside of a gla** life with a gla** mic while I smash mics Negative energy never comin' that tight Stuck in the shadow I'mma give you the flashlight Show you how to navigate through this sh** at night Murder a demon that wanna give me half life I said I'm beastin' off the top of the dome Run and tell the villagers the loch ness monster is home He's feelin' black and pretty I'm not black as Diddy But I can catch some hang time like Janet Jackson's titty ha! Now a n***a really gonna do what he gotta do fit in where I get in from the bay Guantanamo Run the ball round the 50 yard line all mine best of all time and I'm on the honor roll They plan to lie to man till we don't stand a naked chance What happened to live music back when bands a make her dance I'm bringing heat enough to melt the land And with these women I stay with a glove on like the hamburger helper hand Most of us know something and most of me's still learning But I discriminate against whack n***as like Donald Sterling