Gangrene - Opinions May Vary lyrics

[Verse 1: Oh No] Ayo, pardon my French, f** anybody not f**ing with this (f**!) Start up the disc, suicide, cut up your wrist Like a cheap watch, your weed spot something like this Local dime bags from some dirty nickel dime slicks Dice shook with shady hands, why gamble that risk? Dealing feces go, go examine that sh** Like man, you are sick But you are not as sick as the niche Of these n***as not even quarters but dying to get rich Will lie to their click, cheat, steal to survive in this b**h Then fight with their chick, same time deny he a snitch The lie on his dick, but ain't nobody buying that sh** They just waiting to find him driving when they ride in they whip Clyde with the dip, them ballers gonna fly when they hit Defy gravity, super conductor from the slip (Ghetto) They all mad at me, ain't nothing y'all do from the rip (Come on!) It's all strategy, you need a vacation then trip (Gangrene!) [Hook] f** y'all doing? It's only right that I address this Why ask what? Why ask what? [Verse 2: Rakaa] Existentialist in my temple, I shook the world with Etch-a-Sketch force, then sketched a masterpiece with a pencil That's how lead fires, ink that black, crispy outlines, UFO, ancient aliens, is how their head flies With my red eyes, heavy squinting just to let light in Learn the handshake, step right in ATF, DEA wanna check my pen It can stick a fiend's heart and jumpstart adrenaline At minimum it's a spark, backyard like a national park Animal sightings, heavy lighting but the flashes are dark Everyone's an expert until the cla**es start Ask them who the best is then watch the clashes start I'll smack animated stars out your head With the Chaka Zulu, Sun Tzu strategy one two Boom bip, rescue the princess and jump the broomstick Lunatic, on that dark side of the moon sh** [Hook] [Verse 3: The Alchemist] Spray words and let the krylon drip Crowd surfing, b**hes tugging on my jersey made the nylon rip Dance over rhythms like a fly on sh** Keep the yarmulke diagonal Play the avenue, real verse like a 48 bar A capella feature from Maganoo With Timbo on a bow flex The spliff that I finesse resemble Kotex Hold down the west Ferraris jet My vision is slightly tinted due to the lens on the Cartie specs ODB face, elephant briefcase Sweepstakes, I'm on the grill like Geno with the cheesesteaks Stay with a pigeon like reed space, cooking the freebase Hard to get it off my clothes, take my jacket to the laundromat It still leaves a discrete trace, Camaro got metallic windows, leather finish without a pimple b**hes swanging off the phallic symbol, lick off a shot through the roof Blow out his shingle, peel off bumping "Latin Lingo" [Hook] [Verse 4: Evidence] Are you number one? Depends who you asking Who, who, who? That's for owls in the Aspens Why do rappers rap in past tense? It's veteran They think De La Soul and David Letterman That wasn't fact checked but I go off Got a fat check, where's deep end? And dove off Weekends were...down by the beaches blurred They come and go, but you could never put a leash on a bird You never know if you never go out of the zone where you comfortable Where you come from? I sing the role of the unsung out the dungeons of rap Where cats don't make it back and run from I got a gun and arose to the world I come undone, shooting all under the sun I'm ga**ing, stingers, bulletproof wallets Money on top of my heart if they want it