Elzhi - Mt. Everest lyrics

[Verse 1: Inspektah Deck] I make 'em nod like ketamine See him live might dive off the mezzanine Ground drama, sound harder than crowd bonkers I'm 'bout dollars, I touch down in your town, holla INS, gladiator, call him Hustle Crowe Son of pro, watch these lame n***as come and go Blessed with the poison pen Murder was the case so I guess it's them boys again Through your duce high, salute I, be the general The last one to run, I will take all ten of you I'm feeling myself BK whiling the belt Rocking my sh**, eyes on the real wealth Me and Goldie tell 'em it's easy money Now shorty wanna f**, that's sleazy, honey Fame call us, money, it change all us Get it how you live it or sing the same chorus The game taught us, nothing in the bank for us W claim walrus, yeah, Wu-Tang for life [Verse 2: ElZhi] Was raised on the island of the misfits The children of the corn snatch your green with the biscuits It's what you might call food for thought And what's the k**er season if you don't include the salt This thought will start a feud and leave your whole mood distraught Used to feel safe until they unscrewed your vault and Took your common sense out your memory bank Then dumped on you like missiles over enemy tanks So homie, drive slow like you in front of five-O Cause forks go in a road and your back is where the knives go While the addicts hiding silver spoons Being cut so deep, it's hard to heal the wounds Those flashing don't blast, they still buffoons Just blowing out hot air, they should fill balloons Yo, I like them shorties that'll k** for goons And start a hustle in an April to ccop wheels in June [Verse 3: U-God] I want leverage, ice cold beverage Money I can't count, I blacked out standing on Mount Everest Life lessons, the cover of essence It's pure excellence, 5'10", write down my measurements Politic the deficit, fingerprints, no evidence Cocaine, caviar, hitting on receptionists Hang with the specialists, gold medalist Presidential cred, eating steaks that's tenderest Got my bread, catch me in Megan Fox' bed Cash crop, Gucci IPad, bag Tall black top Nikes, with fat laces Riches from rags, cashes and dime faces Got promoted up, friends up in high places Next move, my best move, chess move, the strategy Closet full of guns, son, nothing but gadgetry Get off that bullsh**, that hip hop f*ggotry I'm highbred n***a words defy gravity Clothes never raggedy, oil paintings of me displayed up in gallery Capture me, Wu Tang forever, immortality High salary, blessing from a mother named Valery And my two sons named after me Racks from stacks, swiftly I'm browsing First cla** ticket to the moon only cost fifty thousand n***as be doubting, it's understood, I'm running with goons One of a kind, imported goods, k**er the hood Consume me, Lord, the last time I checked got 50 points on the board Good Lord